Monday, 6 August 2012

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!

Thursday, 2 August 2012

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.
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