March 30, 1635
Dearest Fabian,
Your letter of consolation warmed my frozen heart. I'm glad to see your doing fine, I wish I could say the same but alas I cannot. I miss you too dearly.
When will you come to visit? I heard rumors of the Spanish taking surrender for Christmas for fear that it may be their last. Will our French ever do the same? Our armies are strong, but family makes us stronger. Must we get to say goodbye one last time?
I'm afraid I cannot write any longer. Father wishes me to attend a Shakespearean theatre with a name named Dorian Le Duc. He's rich, and that makes father happy. As much as I would love to say his eyes are my trap and his touch kisses my soul. I cannot. I'm afraid whenever I think of such a thing. My heart yearns for you.
Yours and forever always,
Arlette LeNoir
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Dearest Fabian
Historical FictionIn which a girl sends letters to her lover whom served in the army during the French-Spanish war in 1635-1648
