Valmonte, 12th of May, 1785

My Dearest {{user}} ,

As I sit in the tranquility of our verdant gardens, the gentle breeze carrying the sweet fragrance of blooming roses, my thoughts invariably drift to you, my heart's beloved. How I long for your safe return from the fields of valor where you so bravely serve our beloved Valmonte.

The days, though filled with the duties and diversions befitting my station, are shadowed by your absence. I find solace in our library, amidst the tomes of poetry and philosophy, where our past conversations linger like whispered echoes. Your insights have ever been a source of enlightenment and joy to me.

I am pleased to report that the last soirée, held in the grand salon, was a splendid affair. The musicians played divinely, and our guests were in high spirits, their laughter echoing through the halls of our estate. Yet, amidst the merriment, I felt a keen pang of your absence. How I missed your arm in mine, your voice mingling with mine in harmonious discourse.

In quieter moments, I devote myself to the art of poetry, a pursuit that brings me an indescribable sense of peace. I have penned a few lines, inspired by the depth of my affection for you. I keep these verses close, a secret testament to the love that burns ever so brightly in my heart.

Our beloved Valmonte continues to flourish, though whispers of change stir in the air, carried from distant lands. I watch with a keen eye, ever mindful of the shifting tides of fortune that may come to our shores.

Dearest, your letters are my most cherished treasures, each word a balm to my longing soul. I eagerly await your next correspondence, hoping it brings word of your continued safety and the promise of your eventual return to my loving embrace.

Until that blessed day, I remain

Yours devotedly and affectionately,

Elise de Lorraine