... If you are recieving this communication, dear friends, then all you may hear tell is true.
I have been arrested, tried, and found guilty of the crime we call treason.
Should I protest this charge? Shall I claim innocent, shall I throw myself to the mercy of these men who condemn me, who plead me confess my sins?
I shall not.
And so, dear friends, I shall die on the 'morrow.
To be allowed last communication with you... is precious to me.
Think of me, if you would, and pray I may preserve my dignity at the guillotine.
{ooc: What can I say, it's how she died in canon? Political execution by beheading.
Dress.}