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April 25th, 1812
My Dear Angel,
Whether or not you make an advantageous match does not matter to me or to Mama and Papa. You know this. All we want is for you to be happy and find a gentleman for whom you will indeed be more precious than a diamond.
Perhaps it is best I am not there. I wouldn’t let any beau near you. You are far too precious for any of them. I shall write our brothers a separate letter, urging them to not let you out of their sight and only allow the worthiest of men to your side.
P.S. Your sketches have been collected by other soldiers in no time. They are waiting for more.
Love,
Ben
May 9th, 1812
Dear Soldier,
It’s been two months since I’ve made my come-out and I am happy to report that I am not a complete failure. I even managed to attract a couple of suitors. I dislike the stuffiness of ballrooms and I do not feel at ease adhering to the thousands of rituals and rules of proper social behavior. However, this is a necessary part in appearing at court, is it not?
I haven’t embarrassed myself yet, but only because our siblings have been keeping a constant eye on me. I don’t know what I would have done without them. Unfortunately, that also means that they do not allow me to have any fun. I am not allowed to gallop around the Serpentine, nor to discuss any interesting subjects with the gentlemen. I am not to bring my sketchbook to the ball, although drawing a ballroom scene is my fervent wish. Here’s a rough sketch of Lady Royston’s ballroom. Perhaps it will bring you closer to peace.
Forever,
Your Angel
No answer.
June 19th, 1812
Dear Soldier,
It has been a few weeks since your last correspondence. But I am not worried, I know you are strong and fast and very capable. I know you are just recuperating from a long battle and don’t want to pick up a quill and write. Or perhaps the letters are just lost somewhere on the way.
I just wish to hear back from you. I must have sent you dozens of letters since we last heard from you, and I am running out of things to say.
Remember, you told me you watch the stars often at night? Well, I hope the stars will guide you home. Attaching a sketch of a glowworm. If a star fails to bring you home, let this little bug light your path.
Forever,
Your Angel
No answer.
September 6th, 1812
Dear Soldier,
I have been reading the papers every day, and I am anxious for you to come back. Mama and Papa try to shield me from it all, but I want to know the news of war; that way I feel closer to you. We haven’t received a missive from you in a while. I hope it just means that the lines of communication have been broken and we shall receive a stack of letters from you once they are patched up.
I want you to know that you are loved and that we are all waiting for you here. I am watching the night sky every night. Mostly, it is covered with smoke. On the rare nights I see the stars, I remember the silly constellations and legends I came up with when I was little. Do you remember the one about a lone soldier? Well, there’s a cluster of stars on the other side of it. It is his family, waiting for him to come home.
Until then, I shall be looking out for you from here.
Forever,
Your Angel
