My dearest Daughter, Charlotte As I sit in silence struggling to write this letter to you in English, I sense the arrival of winter is near at Arden Castle. I feel it makes me a bad mother since I am unable to make you happy. I cannot lament enough how my selfish affair has entangled so many people, including you, my dear, who were sent to Wales to encounter many sorrowful experiences. I probably will never see you, nor your brother nor your sister again. But one thing that will not change is that you are my beloved daughter. Please take good care of yourself. Your mother, Sophia D'Lota