Letters to My Husband: England x Reader

Letters to My Husband

( Y/N's P.O.V.)

I arrive at the train station. The people in the train kept on giving me strange looks. That is probably due to the fact that I'm wearing bloomer pants. 

"All Aboard!!!" 

I heard the conductor say as he yells on the outside of the train. As I trek down the steps of the train while looking at my new surroundings. I witness many people bustling around the station looking for their baggage or boarding the train. I secure my small bag of things as I search for the baggage claim area. I look around more as I bump into people on accident.

"Oof!" 

An old woman exclaims as I see her fall down on her bum.

"Oh! I'm very sorry madam. Let me help you."

I apologized as I supported her back and help her stand up. Suddenly she smacks my hands away from her body and glares at me with irritation.

"Just what are you doing young lady!"

I look back at the old lady in surprise of her attitude towards me. 

"I'm very sorry madam, but I was just looking for my baggage. Can you point me to the right direction towards it?"

The old lady looks down to my bloomer pants. " Perhaps if you started dressing like a lady..." she said in a disgusted voice clearly outraged with my choice of wardrobe.

" Pardon? What was that madam?" I said, clearly offended.  

The old lady leaves shaking her head at me, but I just brush it off. 

'So many ignorant people these days.' I thought

I spot a bench in the crowd and sit down while I wait for my baggage number to be called. In the mean time, I write a letter.

    Dear Arthur, my love,

    I have arrived in Philadelphia safe and sound. As a female, I am very surprised by the lack of women representation here. But that is not what this letter is about. A women delegate is indeed necessary.

    I have high hopes for this upcoming convention! I am certain that the people will do a good job in revising the Article of Confederation.  I am sure of that. I know what this country is capable of. So indeed, I am terribly exited for this upcoming historical date.

                                                                                                                                          With Much Love,

                                                                                                                                                           (Y/N) Kirkland,

                                                                                                                                                                   Your loving wife.

As I sign the last of the letter, I seal it in an envelope and carefully stuff it inside a pocket of my little satchel. 

'I have to look for a messenger to send this to Arthur. Hopefully I can find one before my meeting' I thought as I run to my baggage.

My baggage number is called, then, I take my baggage from the stack of other luggages on top of a cart. I made my way outside the train station and into the beautiful town looking for messengers to send this letter to my awaiting husband at home. I spot a messenger boy standing on top of a box yelling out to people. 

" Is anyone in need of my delivery services?! I can deliver your  letters and messages to friends, family, and anyone else it needs to go to!!"

I quickly make my way to him.

"Young man, can you please deliver this to my husband?" I delicately hand him the letter.

" Yes ma'm. It'll be my pleasure. That will be 5 bronze pieces. What are the coordinates miss?"

I hand him the coordinates and watch him go out of the town.

'I pray that this letter will make it to you, dear husband...'