A farewell from Kathrine

Dear mother

I am sorry for I have not talked to you for ages. I believe the last time that we actually spoke was when I were nearly seven years old. I have to admit that I was angry, however, father told me that my anger was only temporary. He was right but he forgot to mention that my need for you would flourish like a garden that has been left alone for years.

Mother, I need your guidance. For a while now, father has been looking for a man for me to marry and I fear that he has found one. I do not know much of this man. Father has even deprived me of the man’s name, I only know him as the duke. I have heard that the duke is a man of pride and most important; he is a man of great fortune. I figured that the fortune is the reason for why father wants me to marry the duke. I am to be given away as a prise, a form of peace offering you could say.

I am to leave our family for good so that I can live with the duke. I am scared. The duke’s last wife died quite suddenly, that is all I know. For all I know the duke is a man of jealousy. He envies everyone around him even those who is supposedly fond of. I fear that given the amount of power that the duke has, the duke’s jealous nature may become the death of me.

I am to become a duchess but as I fear that this may be my last letter, I know that I am in peace but my mind is troubled. At least I may see you soon, but what has to become of father? 

Farewell my dear mother, I hope to see you soon.

Kathrine