A rolled and sealed letter falls before the boy. Its envelope is decorated with fine curls and flourishes, so minute and perfect. Inside, a letter is written in the same perfected script reflecting its decoration, if not a tad bit too dramatic for its style.
"Well, look at you! Scampering around, taking stabs at me in the back when I'm not looking. If I had not known you better, I would have regarded you in the leagues of that other worthless boy you have found companionship in.
But both you and I know you are not even close to his astounding level of stupidity most would mistake for courage, hm?
If I'm the worthless bastard son of a Hinox (as you so lovingly referred to me behind my back), then you're the illegitimate discarded son of an unloving Sluggula, cast away as a shriveling dab of nothingness in a great big world that wanted you dead.
If I ever had the misfortune of meeting you as a wriggling pupa, I would stomp you out and snuff you from existence before the thought of even meeting Her Grace crossed your peabrain.
Wait, no! I'd take you by the arms and legs and remove them with my very hands, leaving you to be nothing more than you are - a disgusting, writhing little worm - and have you watch as I burn Lorule to ashes, hand in hand with the woman you so preciously adore, before I stab her in the belly and leave you to drown face-down in her blood as it seeps from her body with the both of you dying together. (How romantic!)
With regards utter contempt for your existence,
Sorcerer Yuga of Lorule."