A May 18th, 1793 letter written by Maria Carolina about her sister Marie Antoinette is up for auction from Ader.

A partial transcription:

Context, in case you missed the drama: I commissioned a doll, seamstresses kept dying before they could complete the order (literally dying. Not ghosting me. Dead. Happened twice before, see below).

Finally I get the doll, and the person who completed the doll admitted that they made dolls with their partner, their partner died in a “freak accident” (another thing that I am not paraphrasing for comedic effect, that is copied and pasted from their email) and so they probably wouldn’t be making another doll for a bit

I get the doll and now there have been two fatalities at my work.

I work at a title company and fatalities in office are highly, highly unusual. Or they should be.

So. Some of my followers think it was my cursed doll.

And while I am crazy enough to commission a doll, I am not crazy enough to bring it with me to work. What am I, some sort of weirdo?

Point is my coworkers died without ever seeing the doll

No! I did show the doll to two of my coworkers and they are both fine.

It’s never “bunniesandbeheadings your doll is so cute!” Or “bunniesandbeheadings, your doll deserves to take five lives because he’s so adorable” or “hey bunniesandbeheadings, your cursed doll is vital and praiseworthy.”

Context, in case you missed the drama: I commissioned a doll, seamstresses kept dying before they could complete the order (literally dying. Not ghosting me. Dead. Happened twice before, see below).

Finally I get the doll, and the person who completed the doll admitted that they made dolls with their partner, their partner died in a “freak accident” (another thing that I am not paraphrasing for comedic effect, that is copied and pasted from their email) and so they probably wouldn’t be making another doll for a bit

I get the doll and now there have been two fatalities at my work.

I work at a title company and fatalities in office are highly, highly unusual. Or they should be.

So. Some of my followers think it was my cursed doll.

And while I am crazy enough to commission a doll, I am not crazy enough to bring it with me to work. What am I, some sort of weirdo?

Point is my coworkers died without ever seeing the doll

Context, in case you missed the drama: I commissioned a doll, seamstresses kept dying before they could complete the order (literally dying. Not ghosting me. Dead. Happened twice before, see below).

Finally I get the doll, and the person who completed the doll admitted that they made dolls with their partner, their partner died in a “freak accident” (another thing that I am not paraphrasing for comedic effect, that is copied and pasted from their email) and so they probably wouldn’t be making another doll for a bit

I get the doll and now there have been two fatalities at my work.

I work at a title company and fatalities in office are highly, highly unusual. Or they should be.

So. Some of my followers think it was my cursed doll.

Context, in case you missed the drama: I commissioned a doll, seamstresses kept dying before they could complete the order (literally dying. Not ghosting me. Dead. Happened twice before, see below).

Finally I get the doll, and the person who completed the doll admitted that they made dolls with their partner, their partner died in a “freak accident” (another thing that I am not paraphrasing for comedic effect, that is copied and pasted from their email) and so they probably wouldn’t be making another doll for a bit

I get the doll and now there have been two fatalities at my work.

I work at a title company and fatalities in office are highly, highly unusual. Or they should be.

So. Some of my followers think it was my cursed doll.