My Dearest Richard,
My heart is literally torn apart. I can't decide whether I should like to die here or if I should kill the whore who is the cause of my heart ache. Nay, I should not, for it is not her. It is not me either. It is you, the man I love. The man who I thought would always love me, just me, forever as long as you lived. It is you whom I should spite. But alas, never will I be able to. I still am deeply in love with you, Richard. You are my love, my first, my only love. I was that for you, at a time, but now…you have forgotten about our love. You have forgotten about me. Richard, my sweet, sweet, dear Richard. You said you did it for the crown. You said you would always love me and no one else, even as you were toying around with, heaven forbid, your own niece. You told me this, yet you still let yourself fall in love with her. Do not deny it, for I see it in both of your eyes. That crown has ruined your beautiful heart. The heart I fell in love with. And because our hearts will forever remain linked, for I am unwilling and unable to break that bond, my heart has been ruined as well. I will still hold true to our love, Richard. I love you, I always will. I'm not trying to make you feel guilty. I just want you to be aware of the pain I feel. Yet I also want you to know how you have changed my life for the better. In the years I spent being your love, I felt the most joy I shall ever feel. Please, if there are two things I should ask you to do for me, just two things that you feel you may owe to me, let them be these. Don't forget about me. I know you may not still love me as I do you, but please do not let me leave your heart completely. Lastly, I should ask you to be happy. That is what I want for you, my love. I am forever and faithfully yours, my wonderful Richard.
Love, Anne.