Lord Ullin’s clan/tribe Scottish Moor Scotland

20th August, 20xx

My dear Lord Blen

Thank you for your letter sympathizing with me over the irreparable loss of my only daughter. I feel that I am responsible for her death at a personal level. But I couldn’t ignore my tribal or social responsibilities. I couldn’t allow her to marry the Chieftain of Ulva and so I issued orders to catch them. But the tragedy occurred.

As the head of the clan, I followed the couple when they eloped. My men had orders to kill them wherever they were found. Me and my men found my daughter and her lover crossing the deadly Lochgyle seashore. They had not gone too far and could be saved if they had returned. The sea had already assumed demoniac shapes. The storm had become intense and deadly with water waves assuming ghost-like shapes. The sky was scowling. Seeing their death as imminent, my fatherly heart melted and I called out to them to return. I told them that I would forgive them if they returned safe and sound. But the couple didn’t heed my saying so and instead went ahead into the deadly sea. I saw them being enveloped in the stormy waves and soon they were drowned. I can’t forget the scene which claimed my daughter’s life. I shall regret it ever.

Yours sincerely,

Lord Ullin