My dearest Josiah
I write this letter in the darkest hour of night, by the light of a lantern. Soldiers march by the house every few minutes, but they've yet to attempt to enter. We pray that they pass us by. The invasion was over before anyone had a chance to fight back. Judging from the sounds of fighting, the last remnants of the royal guard are still holding out in the palace. A dying candle in a storm. Your mother and I will attempt to flee the city as soon as possible. Gods willing, we will find you in Brensburg.