Dear Earl Everett James,

Not forward at all, just a bit strange. I live with a staff. Sorry this letter is short, after all I am quite busy.

Yours truly,
Valerie A.

Anna looked at my letter, "well. It's a letter."

"And true," I nodded as I placed my letter in an envelope. I addressed it to the manor and looked up at Anna.

"He does not know you're a man?" The red head questioned.

"He does not," I replied and stood from the desk in the library.

"He probably thinks you are some nice young lady," Anna giggled and took the letter Earl of James sent me. "He seems interesting," a small smiled was planted on her lips. I knew what she was thinking.

"He is also betrothed," I mentioned. Her smile falls. "Miss?"

"If he is betrothed and writing to someone he thinks is a girl," Anna started as she tapped her fingers together. "Should he be doing this?"

"It seems innocent," I shrug. "He seems lonely if anything."

"Lonely?" Anna questions.

"Why else would he be writing to me?" I asked her. Anna gives a short nod.