Diana didn't know what to do, secretly watching her husband as he joked along with William and Harry. She felt herself falling in love with the man again like she was nineteen again and a naive girl who fell in love with a fairy tale idea of her own prince.
Charles had given her a big reason to trust him again by throwing Camilla's cufflinks into the sea with her and comforting her for the first time after a fit instead of reacting with anger as usual. But she still couldn't ignore what was going on between them.
Lost in thought, Diana didn't notice the occasional glances Charles gave her, caught in the same thought cycle as her, although Charles had no doubts that he and Diana would continue to be together in the future, if only for the boys' sake. He still had the fights and the Fear of trust in the back of your mind. He knew that most of it was his own fault, just because he was already hanging out with Camilla, but he wants to teach his wife again that she can really trust him without having the same fear in the back of her mind as she has for years.
Both knew that they had to take the first step together and start learning how to communicate with each other. Regardless of the other, they both began to write letters.
Diana smiled shyly as she wrote the letter to her husband.
"I do not dare to discuss it with you personally. You and your family often call me weak and also fearful and you may be right about that and I really am and knowing that you also love to write letters myself, I am writing to you This one from my perspective, if you don't want to read it that's fine with me too and you can tear it up or burn it with a clear conscience but I hope that you'll give me your chance to explain my point of view and that you really try it understand without it ending again in some kind of argument.
I know I'm not the perfect wife you expected and also the wrong woman for you now that I know you were interested in Camilla and not me. I have many problems and I'm not perfect either, you know better than anyone with my struggle to keep sane mind because of my bulimia. The marriage wasn't the fairy tale I hoped for but it was still the best thing that ever happened to me, you gave me the boys and they are the most important thing in my life. I know we never really worked on our marriage or understanding each other and on this holiday we were closer than ever and I have hope that it will stay that way when we go home and I pray that you'll agree and give us a little second chance."
Diana nervously put down her pen and eyed her neatly written letter emotionally. Praying silently that Charles would bother to read it.
Both met on the deck. "I have something for you and I also hope that afterwards you don't see moch as the Bad Husband you think I am."
Charles gave her his written letter slightly anxious, which made Diana look at him speechless with her wide eyes and she lightly stroked her upper arm. "Well apparently we had the same idea once. Dear husband."
Charles had to smile and gave his angelic wife a tender kiss on her lips, which Diana returned carefully, beaming.
"I hope that after reading this we can agree on a suitable common denominator. Dear wife."
They both nervously exchanged letters and went their separate ways.
Charles sat down on the deck while Diana went to her sleeping quarters and they both began to read, trembling.
Charles first became emotional when he first gave Diana's words the attention they deserved and agreed with her words with a mute nod. To the boys, her bulimia but not that she's weak. He had said so before, when he was still ignorant of many things. But weak were the last words Charles would use to describe his beautiful wife. She was the strongest person he had ever known and was the complete opposite of weak and took it upon herself to teach her in the future so she could see herself as the strong personality she was.
Charles agreed for the first time to her suggestion to try marriage again. This time without reservations and hoped that she could also understand his point of view.
With trembling hands, Diana began with light afraid to open and read Charles's letter
"My dearest wife, you know that I don't have your strength that you have to be able to speak emotionally so openly. As I might have needed it in some moments with us. It would have saved us a lot of banter, especially you. You are the most amazing Woman of the world, Diana.You enchant people with your presence and bring a genuine smile to their faces. Through you every dark space gets. Which I also Admire about you but that is exactly the glow you only keep for the public and once you are in Highgrove our home your glow turns into a dark desolate spot and I don't know how I could pry you out of it and I don't know how I manage to get you out of this darkness and it seems so impossible to me to help you heal that I am overwhelmed and the only thing I want is for you to be healthy, both in spirit, in body and in spirit and I will try as best as possible to help you heal and also to show you what I hadn't always been able to do in the past and if you still want it, we could give our family a chance provided you still want it. Love your husband Charles."
Diana breathed shakily as she lowered the letter and wiped away her tears. The first time it wasn't caused by sadness or pain but by the occurrence of joy that everything was turning out well between them and hesitantly walked to the deck to find Charles in an emotionally involved state and tenderly took his hand in hers.
"Charles?" She ask quiet.
Charles pulled her into his lap in a protective hug. "we will make it together and try to save this marriage darling." Charles murmured promisingly into Diana's hair.
Diana, beaming, snuggled up to him and nodded in agreement, "Yes, we will. Together."
