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.
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