Part II

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Enough about me, how is the family? How is mama and Lilly, and little John? I still cannot believe papa traded his own daughter for a bunch of golden coins! I truly miss you Victoria, and I am so proud of being the little sister of such an amazing woman you have become to be. I want you to write to me as much as you can, tell me everything that happens at the farm. With home on topic, have you seen Adam? My heart is torn from not being able to tell him that night they robbed me from my home to tell him how much I truly loved him. I really miss him so much Victoria. I want him to be happy though, I want him to move on and find a smart, beautiful, intelligent girl, someone whom he truly deserves. It's foolish of me, but sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if Adam and I lived together for the rest of our lives. As I lay still awake at nights in the palace walls, I can imagine our wedding and honeymoon. Fast forward a few years, and I picture ourselves living in a small beautiful farm with our children running around in the meadow green fields laughing and playing as we used to do back when I thought life was so simple and blithe. I miss him Victoria, oh how much I miss him! I miss his sweet smile and his brown silky chestnut hair, and warm forest green eyes. I miss laughing and playing in the fields together during those hot summer days. 

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