Letter # 1

Dearest Duke of York,

  I have read many things on the Internet on how to address you and how to write you a letter, only I have so many different opinions I am confused as to what to now write! So, I will start with an apology! I ask your forgiveness if I have addressed you improperly, or have offended you in some way due to my ignorance of this matter. It is truly not my intent to do so, as I hold you in the highest regard.
  I'm sure you have received many letters all wondering if The Duke of York shall ever wed again. I have read things that say it is likely you should never marry again. Not that it is my business, but I find myself wondering if you are content in this matter? Do you not wish to have the companionship of a wife again? Do you not wish to have a son? I only ask because I myself am not content.
  This last birth date has left me 30 years old and I am questioning if I will ever have someone to grow old with. Maybe men do not think of these things as women do? Although I have family and even a daughter, I am deathly afraid to wake up one day and find myself eighty years old and all alone. I want so badly to marry, and to grow and share with my spouse, but alas I have no prospects.
  I am greatly blessed by my daughter and the joy she brings me, but still I feel robbed. Robbed because her father did not love me as I loved him, robbed because she is almost 10 years old and has never known the love of her father, nor does she have an idea of how special that bond can be. I feel robbed of my naivety, as if one night I lay down in a sweet bed of roses only to be woken up by the world slapping me in the face, and it said to me,"You stupid girl, you thought you were different, but you are nothing!" And so it left me, and here I am. Nothing. No one. One day my daughter will be grown and she will leave me too, and I will have nothing.
  I will have no one to wear ugly tourist clothing with and travel the world, I will have no one to sit with on the front porch and enjoy the setting sun. I will have no one to hold my hand on afternoon walks through the garden, no one to talk to other than the t.v.. Perhaps I shall buy many cats and they can be my companions, I fear this is my destiny!
  Even now as I am sitting here and writing  you, you must admit that the above mentioned path is likely. It is Friday night and I am writing The Duke of York in my pajamas, for I've nothing better to do with my time. Who then shall ever call me love, who then shall ever call me wife?!? I fear no one!
  Do you not have these fears of being alone? I heard you once say in an interview that being royalty was no different than being a regular person, for the only things that make us different are our experiences and upbringing. I cannot help but think though that the experiences and upbringing of someone royal must be far more grand than that of a commoner. I find myself wishing that I had a noble title, and that maybe this would bring peace to me. I have grown up watching Disney movies and I'm most positive that I have over romanticized the whole idea of being royal in my head. Where I see fancy gowns and graceful waltzing, there may in fact be piles of paperwork and the burdening call of duty; even that word duty I love though. With duty there is a sense of what is required of a person, giving purpose to one's life. How important purpose is to the human existence!
  So, if I am not to be a wife, and this is what I have always wanted, what is the purpose of my life? Perhaps that is why it is said that you will never marry again because you have duty, and therefore purpose, and do not require a wife.
  For now I have the duty of motherhood, but one day that duty I will be relieved of. What is to come of me then? Am I to wait until my youth is but a memory, am I to wait until that day is upon me to find out? How strange to look for a husband at such a late hour, and still the day grows darker and still I am but alone. Oh these thoughts all but overwhelm me and I am afraid! Afraid with no one to comfort me, afraid with no one to put to rest my fears, afraid for all things feared may in fact soon be my reality!
  I do hope this letter finds its way across your desk. It would bring me great happiness to hear back from you. I pray you are in good health and spirits and that the day brings many joys to you!
                                         
                                         Your Humble Servant,

                                                 L

Why?!

I am a silly American girl who hopes for her own real life fairytale! Recently I have immersed myself in the history of the British royal family, and have found myself wishing I was part of it! (Who doesn't want to be royalty? ha ha) After going through the titles that are available, I have decided that Duchess would suit me just fine. Now how does one obtain the title of Duchess? Why, you have to marry a Duke of course! (ha ha) Unfortunately I am not acquainted with any Dukes. So I have written the only single duke I know of HRH (His Royal Highness) The Duke of York. I wonder if he will reply...maybe (fingers crossed)! Whether HRH chooses to write me back or not, it is fun to share my thoughts:) I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I have enjoyed writing them; they vary from silly, serious, to random. :)