Anne Caroline woke up to a lot of 'fanmail' the following morning. "What the bloody hell happened?" she asked her lady in waiting groggily as she sorted through the mess of letters and missives, both in support of her or to spite her.
A few hours later, Anne sat coddled up with a cup of hot tea, her reading glasses, pen and paper, which she used to write a private and quite simple, yet telling reply; To Her Highness, Anne Eleanore Pruvia
There are few things that are left to be said between the two of us.
The only interaction I have had with you somewhat recently were when you accusing me of adultery and hoping that your father leaves me.
I am sorry that you think me to be a viper and I am certain that I could have been a better mother to you. A lot of things I said to you were said in a heated argument - I am sure you recall such.
I am aware that I was not who you deserved in your life - but I bid of you to try to put yourself into my shoes for once:
Eleanore, I wish I could have been a better mother to you, and I wish I could have aided you and guided you. I must admit, I have failed you and I am truly sorry for this.
I know you are unwilling to speak to me - and perhaps this will be the last time we shall hear of one another, for better or for worse.
I must however plead with you that you take this to your heart and that you try to rid yourself of corruption of any kind. You are a young girl and it is not too late to change your ways and to find the light of GOD engulfing you once more. Despite not knowing where your path will lead you, I hope you find happiness in your new life.
Signed,
your mother, Anne