My Dearest Zephyr,
My health fails me and I dread that I might not see you again before I am gone. There is so much to tell you. You know me as your mother, the seamstress. You don’t know who I was before. It is important that you read this as soon as you reach your twentieth year.
I was the daughter of an elven envoy to Waterdeep. Your father was the son of a farmer on the outside of the walls. I was walking through the orchards, escaping from my family for a short time. That was when I saw your father, cutting wood in the orchard. He was so handsome.
I fell in love right then and there. I went up to him and his face lit up with a smile. For the next few months we were inseparable. When my family found out they threatened to cut ties with me and strip me of my elven title. Though I was of noble birth, I could not leave your father. He was my light.
Renouncing my title and family I ran into his open arms. His family welcomed me too and we lived on that farm for many years. When his parents passed, we sold the orchard and moved behind the walls of the city. We purchased a small tailor’s shop and began providing services that grew the store. We weren’t rich but we were happy.
When you were born he revealed a family secret to me. He was a descendant of the King of Neverwinter. His family had fled the purge that the Regent Nevermember had led in those years and settled near Waterdeep. It is widely known that he is not welcome in the city. He does not even come near the city. You are the product of not one, but two noble lineages. Mine will not recognize you with their closed off ways but you are the last known heir of the Alagondar line.
When your father left I told you I did not know why. I did. He left because there had been certain questions asked around our neighborhood by strangers to the city. He left to protect us. There were enough of my elven features in your countenance to throw them off and we were left alone.
Beware my son, though you are the rightful heir to the throne, the Lord Nevermember guards his power closely. He has not given up his paranoia after all this time. Contingents still roam the lands he controls. You cannot reveal your true identity, especially if you ever find yourself in Neverwinter. I include in this parcel, a ring. The only proof of your noble lineage.
I love you my Zephyr. Remember your mother fondly. Not how sick I am but how happy we were in those golden times when everything was light and darkness had not yet fallen over our lives. I will watch over you and be in your heart always.
Your Loving Mother,