To FF: hand delivered sat AM by Solicitor Tommens and Asst
Faulk) To his Grace the Eisenfurst
(Faulk) I hope you will permit my utterly frank and blunt letter. I would have preferred to speak to you tonight face to face, but the guards will only permit this visit from my solicitor.
(Faulk) I am with child. The baby was conceived in Sudlachenburg around May 28th. The father is my cousin, Veisgraf Koertig.
(Faulk) The intimacy that led to this conception was entirely consensual, I do not accuse my cousin of rape. He came to me just after his arrival, frustrated with his bride to be who was adamant that she would remain a virgin until they were wed. I did what I could to ease that burden for him.
(Faulk) Due to my increasing, I beg leniency from you. Though I understand the punishment for my actions could be execution, I ask that you spare the life of my child. The baby will be born in February.
(Faulk) With hopes of your infinite mercy
(Faulk) Alarice


To AD: sent Sat 10am ferry
Dear Uncle Addie, I am in grave trouble. I ask you, on the deathbed promise you made to my father, and on your honour, to ride immediately to Eisenfurst Fischler and plead for my release. I have made huge mistakes, but I need your aid now. MTF
(@Fuchs) I am carrying Morgan's child. He planned to take me as a mistress, and the baby was conceived in the library on the evening of the Musicale. Your staff can confirm we were there alone for several hours.  If I am not released, I will die, as will your grandchild. MTF
(@Fuchs) Please, please help us. If you command it, Morgan will acknowledge the child as his heir.  But we need you to come to Fischler now and use all your political clout to save us.
(@Fuchs) With love, your niece, Alarice."

To IF: delivered with main mail to house, approx 3pm sat (6am sun lock pick plot)
"Dear husband, I beg your forgiveness.  I have sinned against Theus. But I am with child. I believe that is a sign of his forgiveness and his blessing on our marriage. I have had to lie to your father and my uncle to say the baby is Morgan's, when in truth it can only be yours, conceived in the coach on the way to Seeufer. But I want to protect you from the trouble you will face if your father knows that we planned our escape. Help me, have him pardon me. It will be safer for the three of us. We can be the family you wanted. I love you. I've loved you since I first saw you. Your wife, Alarice"

To Jarvie: sent on Sat 4pm ferry (someone to track and intercept sent on 7pm ferry, return 1030am sun)
"Dear sister, I need you. I have been wrongfully  arrested with the possibility of execution and am being hurt by the guards. I knew Molly would be a problem for our family, even though you said I was just being spiteful. She asked me to procure pennyroyal for her, as she believed she had fallen pregnant by our good captain on the night of the Musicale, and that Morgan would figure it out (even after her having faked the blood on the sheet!). I gave her the pennyroyal as requested, but Morgan discovered she had taken it, as she had accidentally taken too much, so she lied and claimed I had poisoned her to protect herself from Morgan's ire and the Eisenfurst's attention. Attempted murder of a Veisgraffin is a capital offence. Please, dear sister, I need you.  I can not trust Morgan or Adalbrecht in this, they're too enthralled by her manipulations. Your sister, Alarice" 

Tommens assistant, caught monday evening. "You see now the consequences of your actions against me. You will never be safe, nor your loved ones. I have seen to that. Even when you have watched me burn in agony, my plans will continue. Harm always comes to those you love, because you are a danger to them through your choices. Your love is a death sentence.  My death is at your door. Varick's death is at your door, as are Dietlinde and Janas. You have ensured I will die just like the wife and daughter you have destroyed. I will die just as they did, in pain and fear and knowing it was your fault. You will go to hell for all our deaths. And one day in the near future, you will watch your redheaded common whore wife die too. When that day comes, you will realise that her death is your fault too. 
Alarice