Dear Ned...

I really don't know what to say. We both know that letter writing is not my strongest point, and I find myself at a bit of a loss.

I have written to Melinda to entreat her to come join me, since we are so close to securing that estate we want. Father is still disappointed that we didn't choose to live in my family's estate, but he understands, too. It was such an old, dreary house, with no empty estates nearby for Melinda and James to choose for their own. And I do so want to live nearby them.

I don't, however, think that Melinda will choose to join me here, not while James is still imprisoned. She will stay at that terrible little inn for as long as it takes. I hope she doesn't get bedbugs.

I'm not sure why I'm writing about this, but you only have a few weeks in London. I am eagerly anticipating your return—the twins miss you, I can tell. They are looking around them, and as evening comes they wonder why their papa does not come with it.

Sometimes it's hard to fathom that we are the parents of not one, but two, boys. They will grow up to be fine men, I am sure of it.

I will say it again. I don't know what to say right now! I do not have that much information to impart to you and I will now cease writing.

Oh. It is much later that I write this. Ned. I lay down for an afternoon nap and I dreamed of you. It was a very shocking dream and I find myself inclined to relate the events of it to you.

I was alone in my room, and Andrea had just finished brushing my hair. I was getting ready for bed, when there was a knock on my cabin door and I ran to get it.

You stood on the other side, Ned. Your shirt was soaked and you were injured. Oh! You were injured and my heart seized.

I pulled you inside and I tried to cut away your shirt, tried to clean some of the blood but we fell onto the bed and suddenly you weren't bleeding anymore.

You were kissing me, Ned. You were whispering how much you love me, you were nibbling at my ear.

I sat up, I asked if you were well, and you said you were well indeed! And then, my dear Ned, you pushed me onto my back. You said that I had waited long enough for this and that you were going to satisfy me.

Oh my god, Ned. You did satisfy me.

You placed your lips on my neck first, then my cheeks, then my lips. After spending the proper amount of time there, you made your way down to my nightgown and swiftly untied it. My breasts were bared to you and you smiled like you always do. I shivered, Ned, and I shiver thinking about it now. You placed your lips on my breasts, you opened your mouth and drew my nipple into it. Your mouth was so hot, and I remember how good it felt, and how I squirmed against you.

You slowly travelled down my body, Ned, after taking a long time with my breasts. You kissed down my stomach and I could hardly bear it, for soon you were kissing my thighs and I was completely naked for you, my nightgown long gone. Your lips got higher and higher and soon you were...at that place that I dare not name...even as my fingers itch to touch it, to please myself…

Ned.

My brow is damp as I write this. I am both shivering and overheated. I have come to one decision as I related this to you:

You must come back to me as soon as you are able. I cannot bear waiting for you much longer. I shall go crazy, I know it. I write this and my other hand is reaching between my legs and Ned, you should be the one touching me there. You should be the one making me scream. It isn't the same without you. I ache for you there, Ned. For your fingers. For your mouth. For...every piece of your anatomy, but one in particular. I blush, Ned, though we are married and it is only good and proper for us to join thusly.

I will see you soon. I do insist on it.

All my love, Katherine

Well. Katie to you