Unsure...

London 1875


Vivienne,

It has been months of no word from you on the continent, and yet my aide assures me that you are indeed receiving my correspondence. I do not know what to think anymore, my mind has been tortured endlessly with situations that may have taken place on the continent to you. However, the truth resides in mine heart that I know you have indeed been taken as lover to one of the more accomplished generals in the Queen's court. This was more than the hardest news I have ever had to bear but as a gentleman, I can not leave my heart bare to eyes of other gentlemen. I took it in my stride. More so because I have news of my own.

I have been intrigued by one of the lady's in the queen's court. Though she is not of as high class as yourself I find thatt my affections are indeed mirrored. From time to time. I feel that if given enough time she should make a suitable lady especially to the Chamberlain title. I only felt that I should share this news with you because the torch that you lit in my heart still burns with a flame only beaten by the deepest fires of Hades.

As such I wish to propose marriage to this lady, and I felt that being a gentleman, I should tell you first of my desires. If I do not hear from you I shall go ahead with my proposal. 
This is not an ultimatum, more of an informative note.

I remain the Lord Chamberlain.

Randolph I Esq.


                                                      Rule Brittania, Brittania Rules the waves!

Adieu...

Paris 1872

Vivienne,

Oh a thousand voices my heart would sing if it could, for joy of your company, peace at your presence and sadness at your departure. The time we spent together left me awash and aglow with deep feelings of content. Never have I been so impressed at one's great beauty and unparalleled intelligence.

We sat and spoke under the stars with a pot of tea as our only company and even as the other lords and ladies around us laughed..it seemed that you and I were indeed on our own plane. Very few times in life will one find a kindred soul that dregs up from the deepest of one's being, the desire to be a btter individual.

Bust alas, you must leave me again for your sojourn on the continent. I do hope that you carry fond memories of our time together and I shall continue to write you so that my words may warm you and your thoughts may from time to time....include me and our time together.

Always yours,

Lord Randolph Chamberlain I Esq.

                                                        Onward, onward. We march onward.
                                                                         Rule Britannia

A cold return

Paris 1872

My dearest Vivienne, if I could be so informal,

They say that the sea is a harsh mistress, but I can attest to the fact that love is worse. For weeks on end, to and fro England (Rule Britannia), I tensed with anticipation at the thought of returning and finding a letter in your hand upon my desk. This thought kept me warm on the worst nights along the coast, and kept my spirits up in dreary ol' London.
Only for me to return to good warm France to find naught upon my desk and non a message from your household. I find myself at a loss of words and feel like I have been taken ill.
I wonder if my expression of interest in you was too straightforward and if I was mistaken in thinking that you of all could be the least bit interested in me. For a man of stature as I, it seems impossible to consider that I need bother you again with a second correspondence having received no reply to my first. However I believe you are worth a second try.
I beseech you, warm my desk with a paper in your hand. Moisten my eyes with your penned words. Save me from this dreariness and emptiness with a simple token of your existence for I know not if you still breathe. If I bother you, I apologize deeply but I wish thoughts of me warm me as thoughts of you warm me.

I remain dreadfully and sadly ever thine, if you wish it.

Lord Randolph Chamberlain I Esq.

                                               Onward, onward. We march onward.
                                                                Rule Britannia

The beginning.

Paris 1872

Mademoiselle Vivienne de la CLairoux,

You shall forgive my forward ness, I find that in my line of work it's best to be straight forward. I am the gentleman you met at the bar last night at the ball celebrating the new year. Paris in January is rather cold but I suppose we could be worse off. While it was a shock meeting you finally, I must admit that memories of your last trip to England still echo in my mind and the minds of all the Queen's Court I was so enthralled and completely captivated by your beauty. Your entrance into the ball at the Palace captivated me and held my gaze all night. As it did then, so it did yesterday. Your entrance into the embassy swept the air out of the room, and I like all men there were left speechless. I suppose as such it must be foolishness of me to write this letter, moreover under the domestic seal, to believe that I of all men might stand a chance with you. I leave for England in a week to take care of my affairs as I plan to make the move to France. If it befits your schedule, I would like to see you again.
On friendlier terms I hope.

Hoping to be yours in affection,

Lord Randolph Chamberlain I Esq.

                                           Onward, onward, we march on onward.
                                                          Rule Britannia.