The letter from the Rekhanthai goes like this:

Rusadhan Ishara,

Kulemeleri Enkuleakala Rekhanthai Zierni Kelora

... Why yes, the offers are coming in already. Though this is a better one than she might have hoped for. 

Still. She'd be a fool to accept the first option she met without considering the others. (Click.) What does this other letter have to say?

Dear Ishara,

Nahira

Who is this woman, and why does she think she can use Ishara's first name? Some relation she's forgotten? No, the name on the envelope says she's a Rysher.

Where does she recognize that family name from? Overheard it when her parents were having one of their quieter arguments? That doesn't bode well. Powerful, for sure. And that soulname... "Long-shadow?" 

Ishara decides firmly that she wants absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with Den-aminde Rysher Nahira. (Click.)

Is there any more mail?

There is in fact a formally-worded marriage proposal, prefaced with perfunctory condolences, from a man she's never heard of who writes out his four indirect-diminutive inheritance titles without their lineage traces, probably because if he'd gone for the full list he would have crowded his actual name all the way onto the back of the envelope. What are her thoughts on Batarimele Itholimele Ashirestele Batarimele Novaran Andare?

Batarimele Itholimele Batarimele Ashirestele Batarimele Novaran Batarimele Andare can propose to Niseinar Kaithal Mafol if he wants a landed spouse. It would have to be a winter marriage, but since he naturally has no ambition on the Sorvol title and is proposing a spring marriage merely as a matter of tradition, that shouldn't be any issue whatsoever. Does he think her parents taught her nothing?

Ishara sighs, and tucks the letter from Kelora into her dress pocket. It's probably the only one worth keeping for now, but there'll be more mail in the morning. Until then, she needs to look to her own safety...

Well, the manor hasn't been burned down yet, so that's a good sign. And if Kelora's telling the truth about the offer of guardianship, that probably means she doesn't need to worry about assassination. Just kidnapping. Though if Mafol is using official channels, then she can... Official back? Somehow? She doesn't know how any of this works, she wasn't expecting to be an orphan -

She steadies a shaky breath. Panic isn't going to help. She needs to talk to Tamor. He'll know what to do.

A pair of finely-polished shoes click down the hall. 

"Ah, I see you've finally decided to return from your solitude. We have business to attend to, Rusadhan Sorvol. I do hope you're quite recovered." 

"Tamor. Wonderful timing, as always. I think you might be working under a false impression, though..." 

Ishara opens her left fist, and shows him her soul. 

"You don't approve?"

"... Under the circumstances, I suppose it's reasonable. Though I would have advised against it."

"Admit it, if I wasn't twelve you would have suggested it yourself."

"I suppose that's true. Congratulations. Now, can we take a moment to discuss this offer of adoption from our new Niseinar?"

"Just so we're clear, I do not want to be adopted by the man who murdered my parents."

"Jumping to conclusions a bit hastily there, aren't we? But yes, he's certainly the natural suspect. I've already sent a letter of dispute, but I'm afraid as a commoner my objection is likely to be quickly overruled - even if you add your own to the pile. Commoners and children are alike that way." 

"How long do we have?" 

"A week at most. I wouldn't rely on more than three days. The sooner you are far away from him, the better."

"I have an offer from the Rekhanthai, but it seems foolish to just take the first letter I received..."

"And does the Rekhanthai seem to have your best interests at heart?"

"Yes, so far as I can tell from the letter..."

"Then I recommend in the strongest terms that you accept without delay. The Rekhanthai is the one person associated with Seofar who has any trace of a redeeming reputation, and you are very unlikely to get a better offer of sanctuary than one from the crown princess. Leave today. Don't give Mafol the chance to become impatient and resort to more forceful methods of acquiring you." 

"... I had better start packing, then."

"Yes. I'll write your acceptance letter." 

"Thank you, Tamor. I knew you'd make everything alright."