(This letter is written with the assumption that you are a lady as honorable as you are lovely; an assumption I know in my heart could not ever be proven false, and an assumption that leads me to firmly believe that you've done to my previous missive as I had so humbly asked.)
I begin again: Lady Haxthausen,
The affront! I would beg that you not paint such a picture of my family to my family, out of concern that they might not think as highly of your sense of humor as I do. (And to answer your question - my brothers certainly are not worse than bandits and war criminals, and my youngest sister is as sweet and she is a doted-on brat. My eldest sister, however, would certainly feel affront the other way around - that you would think her less fierce than the most dangerous group of men. I also have an abundance of family members in the form of sister-in-law, brother-in-law, cousins, and other relatives, but - and it does please me to say - you will see all of them soon enough, and decide for yourself on each head.)
I had not known you've become acquainted with some of my siblings already - may I ask which ones, if you had managed to differentiate between them? (I would ask your sincere opinion of their persons, too, but if you think yourself safe, I daresay they had refrained from sharing with you their truest colors.)
My relief, I think, at your lack of pining - it would have been most ungallant of me to hope for anything else. Though - and you are terrible for making me ask - do the other ladies actually know of your tendency to disappear into the trees? I cannot imagine how the Lady Advisor would feel about such a thing.
Though if the Lady Advisor thinks she has a better chance of keeping you off of it than I do, I would gladly pass the task onto her. The Gods know I've had little enough success with that. (Do tell me, though, when she finally tires of the effort; though my boys would be grateful for the break from watching that you not break your neck, I do imagine they would miss your snappish ways.)
(And may I point out, on this opportunity, that none of my boys have at least tried to keep you away from the horses.)
Do enjoy my drawing and the chocolates, my lady, and do write when you find the kindness in your heart to do so. I look forward to both your letters and to see your face once more.
Lord Lucian Montfaucon.
[attached is a beautifully drawn panoramic sketch of deeplake keep, with tiny stick figures and stick-horses rather ruining the sketch in the foreground]