The Wolfsong Love Letter

While I trust that you'll make the intelligent choice, my lovely Kaiserine, the choice is ultimately up to you. I will not be denied, nor should you deny yourself.
Let me in.

Yours forever more,

Cicereia Wolfsong, Legatania of Hercilan

What justifies a war?
Is it hardship? Wrongdoings placed up or against someone else? Some combination of want, need, or greed?
Does love justify a war?
The Legatania certainly thinks it's the latter, though she has avoided saying so to the Hercilan senate.
I don't know what has so cruelly cursed me to always be in the midst of situations one might call 'history', but I was there when one of the Legatania's Frumentarii managed to sneak into the palace of the Kaiserine. Admittedly, she hadn't done it unscathed, but she still came through the window with silent grace while holding her side. Before I or the Kiserine could say anything, the agent simply held out a note. I kept my hand near the small pistol I kept inside my coat, not that I was confident that I could do anything should the agent's plan turn out to be hostile, as I approached and took the paper from her.
Handing it to the Kaiserine, she opened the slightly bloody letter and she read through it silently. She looked at the agent, then read it again.
"This must be some kind of jest." was her only response. The agent only raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She stomped over to the agent who, to her credit, remained steadfast in the face of the Kaiserine's famous temper. She held the note to the agent. "Read it."
The agent tried to respond. To deny reading it under the pretense of honor and societal place. The Kaiserine had none of it. She shoved the note into the agent's face and stated that she wasn't asking.
"See how much your Legatania values your life. Rarely does one get to see their worth to those they work for as this letter provides."
At first with some hesitance, but with increasing commitment and a growing look of incredulity, the agent did as she was bade. She simply looked at the Kaiserine when she had finished and let the letter fall to the floor.
I could only suppose the contents of the letter at the time, but I never would have gotten close to the truth at all. Like always, I had somehow blended into the wall once again, and neither woman seemed to even remember I was there. Finally, the agent spoke.
"She's planning to use an invasion of the north to cut off Fort Tannbau, use the fort as a wedge to keep a corridor open."
At that moment I should have taken my leave. Hearing the gears of nations turn would do me no good, yet there I stood, transfixed.
My moment's hesitation was enough for the Kaiserine to look at me, appraise me, and then order me to sneak across the Longardia-Hercilan border during the chaos, with the agent who was still bleeding, and to steal state secrets while over there. I considered throwing myself from the window the agent had used as a doorway, but my friendship with the Kaiserine stayed my feet. It also seemed to provide her the perfect way to get to me.
To my shame, the compliments towards my moral fortitude and willingness to assist are all it took, and I agreed to spy for the Kaiserine, in a country I was not from, and my only backup would be a currently deffecting spy.

Type

Text, Letter

Medium

Paper