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Life since your death has been most satisfying.
What can I say? Father refuses even now to arrange anything with...you,
You- you know, you, the you that's still in the box downstairs, the servants won't dare to move- you because he forbid them on their children's hides.
I guess he still want to keep you like some sort of wet relic piece, but with, well- your green face, doubt you'd fit for any tributes, or receiving any guests- ever! Especially since everything that crawls could smell the rotten eggs under your perfumes, the Sicilian outhouse beneath the silk you are smothered in.
These days, even the maddest of Monks started to call father mad.
Well, can't say he'll uncrack his mind anytime soon, so...I guess it will just be the two of us again, right?
I guess not quite, I'd love to see you try to pick up that skin ripping whip-flail with your headless hands.
I don't think our servants will come in any more, -and I think they wish to murder me for what I told about you to His Majesty.
I want to say, dear mother, I just want you to know when you told on my affairs to father, that was the day I pledged my soul to tell on you.
And you know what? That “that boy” still comes to see me! Oh dear mother I wish you know that I made sure each time he came every one of our wet mutual pledges were on your bed mother, and those Persian pillows you just love so much. We would consecrate our love in such fierce manner that you'd love nothing but to live again and gave us another thrashing.
He loves me, He loves me! I told you our love was real, yay!
He said he is going to introduce me to his noble father, just like he promised me, he wasn't lying, we are really going there! He said he would love to show me to his people, He said he wants to take me to Campania and see the vineyards, and He said we are going to be rich together and pretty together and oh, just so perfect! He said we were so pretty and rich together that we would make the perfect babies~
And you know what? What's the best part? That we are going to do our most to make as much babies as possible for it will be our lovely destiny! Best part he still tell me that I am so pretty every day- and he didn't even seem to mind you stinking up the place.
Well, I'm going to do as he said, and I would go with his troupe, mother, as soon as I pack all your damn gold cups and your babbles, I will do it like he said, then we'll be so happy on the road because we will be together on the road on the first day of our lives together! I'll be his bitch and he'll be my knight!!!
And dear mother, worry not I will have the same fate that befell your sister, God saw it fit that she could not handle the babe in her womb and suffer her body, but God is different with me, I knew it!
God the Son, the Father and the Holy Ghost loves me mother! He just loves so much me and I knew it, I knew that I knew it! and I knew everything will be sunny with the days of love!
Oh I can hardly wait.
Rot in Peace, Mother