Post by Monique Adelina De'Ath on Apr 1, 2024 16:14:05 GMT
Dearest darling José-wosey,
Oh....wail...sob...sniff...wail again....please hurry home to your little kitten Monique, I need you with me immediately. I'm sure His Majesty will understand if you need to attend to a lady in distress, for that's what I am, it's been absolutely terrible...weep...sob...let me tell you all about it.
While you were away, there I was going about my normal daily business and having some music tuition so I could sing this beautiful love ballad that I've written for you, when I arrive home after a busy day at Madame Duschene's to find a letter waiting for me. Naturally, I thought it must be from my little poodle-kins José-wosey so I tore it open all excitedly, my heart beating with excitement BUT..oh howls of anguish...it was nothing of the sort it was, instead, a most hateful letter from HER, that woman, the one I warned you about last month, remember, that dreadful Laure des Marais. She had written to threaten me and tell me that now you were away she was going to get her English paymasters to have me MURDERED!! Imagine that darling, murder...the vile woman was quite blatant about it and I was soooooo scared, I felt so vulnerable....I simply didn't know what to do, I mean, who would in a situation like that?!!
Fearing for my very life and not knowing where to turn I ran out into the streets and just headed away from my home thinking if she can't find me there she and HER English assassins won't know where I am, makes total sense right! Anyway, after running around Paris for several hours I end up in some shady area in the vicinity of Vincennes where exhaustion and terror, don't forget the terror my darling, your little kitten was very frightened as I've already said, caused me to simply swoon away onto the floor. Luckily, or so I thought at the time, I awoke to find myself being attended to by a small group of 'gentlemen' who seemed most concerned for my welfare and, upon seeing my obvious distress, enquired as to the cause of such. What could I say, I felt truth is always the best way to answer, so I confided in them my troubles and....heavens blessings....they told me they could help me! They said this was so awful that they needed to act with immediate effect, there was no time to wait for the officiousness of the Paris Guard or the interminable delays of the judicial system, an English Spy mistress was at large, backed by an unknown number of assassins and the threat had to be neutralised, whatever that meant exactly.....we women, we don't know about such things and what with the 'gentlemen' seemingly knowing what was best I left it with them and hurried straight back home.
Anyway the next thing I know is that terrible des Marais woman was screaming and bawling and causing such a fuss about being beaten up or something? Not only that but she had the absolute audacity to claim that I was part of it and somehow managed to get the Paris Guard to believe HER!! Oh José-wosey.......José-wosey....pleeeeeeeeeeeaaasssssssssseee come home and sort it all out for me, I know you're a most important man and you can put these Paris Guard ruffians in their place AND, at the same time, have that woman arrested otherwise it's only going to get worse for me, and for us! The Almighty only knows what further fiendish plots she may have in mind?! Sob....sniff.....sob again.....I hope you are able to read this letter as I'm worried all of my tears may have smudged the ink....sniffle...weep.
In case you need any evidence I can help out, sadly and most regrettably, in my fear and terror I dropped her original letter into the fireplace - my hands were shaking you see, you can understand that right, very plausible for that to happen when someone is reaaaalllllyyy scared, like I was - BUT I can remember what she wrote so I'll copy it down for you as you'll probably need it for the Trial.
Lastly, I know it's difficult to think of such things at a time like this however a lady has to do something to take her mind off of the situation, I've bought some lovely new 'undergarments' at one of the City's finest ladies clothing providers, all lacy & frilly they are and...oooohhh....I shouldn't be saying but very revealing too...!! I'd love for you to see them and tell me what you think, when you get back what about we have a week together at your place, just you and me and a crate of champagne, plus the new lingerie! Just as soon as you've sorted out this most unfortunate business I've detailed above and had that arrest warrant actioned, 'business before pleasure', I believe they say.
Your affectionate little kitten,
Monique xxxxx
Oh....wail...sob...sniff...wail again....please hurry home to your little kitten Monique, I need you with me immediately. I'm sure His Majesty will understand if you need to attend to a lady in distress, for that's what I am, it's been absolutely terrible...weep...sob...let me tell you all about it.
While you were away, there I was going about my normal daily business and having some music tuition so I could sing this beautiful love ballad that I've written for you, when I arrive home after a busy day at Madame Duschene's to find a letter waiting for me. Naturally, I thought it must be from my little poodle-kins José-wosey so I tore it open all excitedly, my heart beating with excitement BUT..oh howls of anguish...it was nothing of the sort it was, instead, a most hateful letter from HER, that woman, the one I warned you about last month, remember, that dreadful Laure des Marais. She had written to threaten me and tell me that now you were away she was going to get her English paymasters to have me MURDERED!! Imagine that darling, murder...the vile woman was quite blatant about it and I was soooooo scared, I felt so vulnerable....I simply didn't know what to do, I mean, who would in a situation like that?!!
Fearing for my very life and not knowing where to turn I ran out into the streets and just headed away from my home thinking if she can't find me there she and HER English assassins won't know where I am, makes total sense right! Anyway, after running around Paris for several hours I end up in some shady area in the vicinity of Vincennes where exhaustion and terror, don't forget the terror my darling, your little kitten was very frightened as I've already said, caused me to simply swoon away onto the floor. Luckily, or so I thought at the time, I awoke to find myself being attended to by a small group of 'gentlemen' who seemed most concerned for my welfare and, upon seeing my obvious distress, enquired as to the cause of such. What could I say, I felt truth is always the best way to answer, so I confided in them my troubles and....heavens blessings....they told me they could help me! They said this was so awful that they needed to act with immediate effect, there was no time to wait for the officiousness of the Paris Guard or the interminable delays of the judicial system, an English Spy mistress was at large, backed by an unknown number of assassins and the threat had to be neutralised, whatever that meant exactly.....we women, we don't know about such things and what with the 'gentlemen' seemingly knowing what was best I left it with them and hurried straight back home.
Anyway the next thing I know is that terrible des Marais woman was screaming and bawling and causing such a fuss about being beaten up or something? Not only that but she had the absolute audacity to claim that I was part of it and somehow managed to get the Paris Guard to believe HER!! Oh José-wosey.......José-wosey....pleeeeeeeeeeeaaasssssssssseee come home and sort it all out for me, I know you're a most important man and you can put these Paris Guard ruffians in their place AND, at the same time, have that woman arrested otherwise it's only going to get worse for me, and for us! The Almighty only knows what further fiendish plots she may have in mind?! Sob....sniff.....sob again.....I hope you are able to read this letter as I'm worried all of my tears may have smudged the ink....sniffle...weep.
In case you need any evidence I can help out, sadly and most regrettably, in my fear and terror I dropped her original letter into the fireplace - my hands were shaking you see, you can understand that right, very plausible for that to happen when someone is reaaaalllllyyy scared, like I was - BUT I can remember what she wrote so I'll copy it down for you as you'll probably need it for the Trial.
Lastly, I know it's difficult to think of such things at a time like this however a lady has to do something to take her mind off of the situation, I've bought some lovely new 'undergarments' at one of the City's finest ladies clothing providers, all lacy & frilly they are and...oooohhh....I shouldn't be saying but very revealing too...!! I'd love for you to see them and tell me what you think, when you get back what about we have a week together at your place, just you and me and a crate of champagne, plus the new lingerie! Just as soon as you've sorted out this most unfortunate business I've detailed above and had that arrest warrant actioned, 'business before pleasure', I believe they say.
Your affectionate little kitten,
Monique xxxxx