Hello all! I based this letter off the book The True Prince by J.B. Cheaney. I fell in love with Kit Glover and Peregrine Penny... so, of course, they became victims of my over-active imagination. No slash in this one. (I'm getting there)

I do not pretend to "own" the characters, that would be a lie... :)

ENJOY!

London, 1598

To: Mistress Glover

I know you and father had a fit when you heard I had left the Company at the Theater. I know you do not approve of my companion and would be much happier if I was back at work or, at least, at home with you. Well, I won't. I'm tired of everyone dictating my life. I'm seventeen now and can decide whom to trust for myself. Captain Peregrine Penny is an honest person, despite what others may think. He is in fact one of the few people I hold in high esteem (if not the highest). And although there is a great discrepancy between our backgrounds and our ages, he is the greatest friend I will ever have.

Tom Watts, however, is an animal in every aspect, and would make any creature raise his hackles. It would be a lie to call HIM a man of integrity. His boorish nephew, David Morgan, is hardly any more honest; a cut-purse of the finest quality raised and trained by his scheming uncle.

They put shame upon Peregrine.

The whole trouble is that those Welshmen use Peregrine's compassionate nature to their advantage, wailing about their lack of money and their lack of success at finding work -- sending the harmony between Peregrine and myself into chaos. Peregrine, despite any feelings of presentiment (or my words of caution), feels sorry for his friends and tries to help in the best way he can. He is soon sucked into the quagmire as the friendliness between Peregrine and Tom quickly manifests itself into something ugly and sinister. A something that involves ideas with hardly any morals and buying Peregrine too much ale.

What makes me most melancholy, I think, is that Peregrine always is lead down a path full of unnecessary trouble. He is mule-headed and extremely pugnacious when intoxicated, so, because he is so much stronger than I am physically, I am forced to stand aside and watch. And, I usually find, that my hypothesis for the results of their nighttime escapades is always proved correct.

Many wonder why I continue to stay by Peregrine's side with such dedication, even giving up my place among The King's Men to do so. I have often wondered why myself, but I always come to the same conclusion: when Peregrine returns to the inn the following morning, and joins me in our room, his guilt for his audacious behavior is simple and plain to see. An apology always follows. I suppose it is also his constant perplexity at my forgiving patience that endears him to me so. And after he's had a long nap and a large meal any vestige of friendliness towards Tom is temporarily replaced by repugnance.

I suppose risk is indispensable to a man of action like the Captain and we all have flaws, some are merely more obvious than others. I see no reason to end my friendship with him because of one such flaw. He is protective, loyal, considerate, and the care he shows for me is true.

I remain, with all due respect, your son,

Christopher Glover, Freeman