12/3 | The Letters
My dearest, Courtney
The trials following Lady Margaret O'Sullivan's arrest have been trying ones. Though I am not directly involved, my job as a reporter has given me many restless nights. Last night I got none due to the constant bombardment of alerts and accusations for and against Lady O'Sullivan. I survive now on coffee and the thought of the money I will get as a reward for my efforts. Once this whole affair has blown over, I promise I will catch the first ship to Kinsale so we can be wed. I know this must be near impossible for your heart, seeing as how I shall be gone for so long. I'm positive, however, that Lady O'Sullivan will be found guilty and hung with in the coming two weeks.
I must ask of you, how is our governor fairing? I do know that he has been affiliated with Lady O'Sullivan in the past, but I thought he ended that as soon as the press found out. I haven't heard any news of him from all the way in Drogheda. I hope he's still in office as I favored him as does your father, I presume. I haven't heard him speak ill of the man and our governor dislikes the Scottish, like your father.
Enough with politics and the news. How are you holding up? Is your mother still ill? She caught a nasty fever a while back after she and I last talked. Do you remember? Lord, that seems ages ago. I find it comforting knowing she's in your hands. How about your father? is his knee still aching from the last time I saw him? Poor fellow. Please tell me how all three of you are doing. I want to make sure you and my soon-to-be parents in-law are healthy and well.
Courtney I nearly forgot! I have a story to tell you!
As you know, I am staying in the city of Drogheda. A wonderful place full of interesting people. I have been having quite a ball exploring and talking to the locals in my free time when I cannot rest. As a side effect of my adventures walking around, I met a strapping young man by the name of William Cobb. An English fellow who couldn't be more intelligent or handsome. His deep eyes slay every female who looks finds herself falling. I myself have come close to being slain. I can imagine you snickering at this, but as a fellow attractive man, I can recognize beauty when I see it. Art can appreciate art, can it not? But this young man, William Cobb, who is only but a year younger than I am, has seen and knows more than I. He tells me great tales of the lands beyond England and Ireland. Tales of spices, fruits, and ferocious beasts! William tells me he has fought off a few himself. Imagine that! A gorgeous specimen like himself fighting off a large striped cat and not having a scar to show for it! He visits me at my post outside the courthouse with soda bread and coffee in the morning. In the afternoon he brings sandwiches and whiskey. Not just any whiskey at that!
"The finest in all the world." he told me.
"Is that so? How can you be certain?" I asked him when he told me.
"I've been all over the world, haven't I?"
"That is true." I told him.
"Then I know what I am talking about, Connor! Never had a better whiskey anywhere, except for here in Drogheda." he smiled at me and this is when I was nearly slain.
I asked William if he would like to come back to Kinsale with me, but he declined my offer. But he assured me that when I left Drogheda, it wouldn't be our final farewell.
I've talked more about this William Cobb than I would have liked. My fair Courtney, I must write to you another time as my parchment is limited. I wait like a dog for your swift reply.
The trials following Lady Margaret O'Sullivan's arrest have been trying ones. Though I am not directly involved, my job as a reporter has given me many restless nights. Last night I got none due to the constant bombardment of alerts and accusations for and against Lady O'Sullivan. I survive now on coffee and the thought of the money I will get as a reward for my efforts. Once this whole affair has blown over, I promise I will catch the first ship to Kinsale so we can be wed. I know this must be near impossible for your heart, seeing as how I shall be gone for so long. I'm positive, however, that Lady O'Sullivan will be found guilty and hung with in the coming two weeks.
I must ask of you, how is our governor fairing? I do know that he has been affiliated with Lady O'Sullivan in the past, but I thought he ended that as soon as the press found out. I haven't heard any news of him from all the way in Drogheda. I hope he's still in office as I favored him as does your father, I presume. I haven't heard him speak ill of the man and our governor dislikes the Scottish, like your father.
Enough with politics and the news. How are you holding up? Is your mother still ill? She caught a nasty fever a while back after she and I last talked. Do you remember? Lord, that seems ages ago. I find it comforting knowing she's in your hands. How about your father? is his knee still aching from the last time I saw him? Poor fellow. Please tell me how all three of you are doing. I want to make sure you and my soon-to-be parents in-law are healthy and well.
Courtney I nearly forgot! I have a story to tell you!
As you know, I am staying in the city of Drogheda. A wonderful place full of interesting people. I have been having quite a ball exploring and talking to the locals in my free time when I cannot rest. As a side effect of my adventures walking around, I met a strapping young man by the name of William Cobb. An English fellow who couldn't be more intelligent or handsome. His deep eyes slay every female who looks finds herself falling. I myself have come close to being slain. I can imagine you snickering at this, but as a fellow attractive man, I can recognize beauty when I see it. Art can appreciate art, can it not? But this young man, William Cobb, who is only but a year younger than I am, has seen and knows more than I. He tells me great tales of the lands beyond England and Ireland. Tales of spices, fruits, and ferocious beasts! William tells me he has fought off a few himself. Imagine that! A gorgeous specimen like himself fighting off a large striped cat and not having a scar to show for it! He visits me at my post outside the courthouse with soda bread and coffee in the morning. In the afternoon he brings sandwiches and whiskey. Not just any whiskey at that!
"The finest in all the world." he told me.
"Is that so? How can you be certain?" I asked him when he told me.
"I've been all over the world, haven't I?"
"That is true." I told him.
"Then I know what I am talking about, Connor! Never had a better whiskey anywhere, except for here in Drogheda." he smiled at me and this is when I was nearly slain.
I asked William if he would like to come back to Kinsale with me, but he declined my offer. But he assured me that when I left Drogheda, it wouldn't be our final farewell.
I've talked more about this William Cobb than I would have liked. My fair Courtney, I must write to you another time as my parchment is limited. I wait like a dog for your swift reply.
Sincerely,
Your beloved finace,
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