Khyron shakes his head and then steps back a step before seeming to ponder her request before sighing. "One letter that is all, no handmaidens and no dresses. I will decide what you are allowed not you your majesty." Khyron then uses his claws to tug away more of her shirt with a grin before lightly pushing her back down so she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Khyron then rolls his shoulders and then thinks for a moment. "As I said, one letter and I shall read the entire of it before I decide to give it to your kingdom, so make it good for if it is not then I shall simply destroy the letter and you will not be able to make another." With a way a desk and chain appear with a single pot of ink, a black feathered quill, an envelope and two pages of parchment for her to write on.