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My dearest daughter Mary,

There is much that you are yet too young to understand about why we are leaving the palace and your father. But there is nothing I regret. Were God to grant me all my time again, I would live exactly as I did the first time, and I would not change my course. I have known love and joy and friendship. For a time, we built what others only dreamt of: Camelot for England and a paradise for us.

Your father casts himself in many troubles, Mary. He fears he has offended God, and so he breaks his mind upon a goose chase for a prize that he can never win. But in his search, he fails to see the biggest prize of all that God has given us, and it is you. Forgive him. Pray that he may find his way again, and that he be may granted his peace.

Believe your purpose, Mary. Be of merry heart.

I love you very much, as I love him. I am his wife. I am Queen of England. I am God’s obedient servant. But you… you are England’s future.