What's up Downton Abbey fans? I've always been curious about what was said in the letters sent between our favorite housemaid-turned-ladiesmaid and her dear husband the valet while he was wrongly locked away in prison. So voila! This story was born, and it's also my 20th story so this is pretty exciting people;)

Anyway, leave reviews of what you think and whether I should continue and especially if you favorite or follow because favoriting and following without reviewing is uncool.

Enjoy!

-birdywings


My Dearest John,

Not a moment passes that I'm not missing you nor don't wonder how you fair. Lady Mary has to tell me constantly not to worry too much or I'll give myself heart palpatations. But I'm afraid it can't be helped, and that I may already be expriencing them. Nevertheless, I try to keep myself busy with work, which has become difficult what with Mrs. Hughes trying to lighten my load wherever she can. The poor maids; she's got them busily bustling around until their faces turn red and blue. I see no point in my employment at the Abbey as long as she keeps this up. I know she means well and only wants to help, which I do thank her for, but sitting around with no tasks to occupy my thoughts only makes me worry more than I already do. But with the holidays just around the corner, I reckon she'll have to let me work won't she?

Did you remember Christmas is next week? I sure didn't, and how can it be Christmas what with you locked up? It just doesn't seem right to be forced to spend it apart. But here we are, in opposite ends of the county. You're stuck behind bars while we're up here celebrating the holidays. It's seems so strange that way doesn't it? In fact, so odd does it feel to me that I feel as if I'm commiting a crime myself just by putting up the tree in the foyer.

I do wish you could see it though - all the rooms festooned with decorations and lights. The Abbey already seems a brighter place with them. It seems that this is the only time of year that everyone gets on, (and yes, even Lady Edith and Lady Mary) - who by that way haven't squabbled in almost a week! Even Thomas and Miss O'Brian haven't stirred up any trouble, (yet). Though I'm not sure whether it's in the spirit of the holidays or so much as because it's not as fun without you here, and I'm sure they'll be back to normal once the week is up. Unless they somehow manage to last until the New Year. That seems more fitting don't you think? - A fresh start for evil deeds?

I probably shouldn't talk this way of someone - even of Thomas and Miss O'Brian. I can already hear you silently scolding me in your head as you read this. But don't think of it as being nasty, more like cleaning up my act and giving myself a fresh slate for the New Year, and if talking of someone that way is sinful well then I forgive my sin because sometimes you just have to to fight fire with fire. Which is what we will do to bring you back to us.

I don't believe any of it you know. Not a word whatever they may say. You are innocent and I believe we can prove that. It won't be easy, I know that, but I refuse to shy away from a fight before it's even begun. I have faith in you John, and I know you won't disappoint - you never do.

I'll be seeing you at the trial soon. In the meantime, take care and try not to think too harshly of this Christmas and I solemnly promise to do the same.

All my love; for richer, for poorer, for better or for worse,

Yours truly,

Anna


Come on, you know you all know what time it is; Ding ding ding! Review time!

And I also wrote a poem for Mary after Matthew's death called 'The Woman In Black' if anyone's interested:)