A ginger woman slid her letter into the mailbox. She hadn't actually known there had been any letters sent to the peerage, though she knew from her good friend Aesling that the eligible bachelorette was seeking a bride. Her murky gaze glittered in the early light of the day with a hint of hope, and with a long inhale drawn to her lungs, the letter was plunged away. Her fingers withdrew, and she walked away with her cares and worries behind.
[SPOILER="A Proposal Letter"]
To the Archduchess Constanze du Brierüst,
I know that to receive this sort of letter from me must appear as an outrageous act of vanity on my part. We have met a few times. I don't know if you ever even saw me as a potential Sweetheart, nor do I know if you remember me at all. I certainly remember you, I was captivated by you. I knew that when you were married, you would not be visiting me anymore, and I thought you would be happy. I don't know what happened between the both of you, though I heard the news of you searching for another wife through a friend of mine. I thought, even though I'm not as eligible as someone with noble blood, that I would at least let you know that I'm interested, if you had ever thought me a woman enough for you.
I hope that you receive as many proposals as you are worth. Spirit Bless You.
Amelia Starrett
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