Cara Maesta,
I am writing to you to inform you that I have arrived in England safely, and with the kind help of Mr. and Mrs. Knivert. I must confess, that though I am here to watch their child and to help him grow, I am very much excited to perhaps further my singing career while I am here.
However, I must confess, that I find myself missing your court very much. The ladies at court were rather relatable, and many of them showed perhaps the same modesty as I, and yet here at the English court, I find ladies flounce their wanton ways and wear their loose actions on their sleeves.
I fear I also miss your majesty the most, who, though your presence made me nervous, was always so kind to me, and eager to see what...talents I could perform.
I am sorry to have left you in such a way, as I wished very much to kiss you longer and make you so much happier. Yet I fear, majesty, that every day I saw you, I grew closer and closer to giving in and losing my maidenhead to you, though it would please you, and surely I.
Yet I think your majesty too good for me, and that I am most undeserving of your majesty's affections and attentions, and for that, I must be modest as not to break my heart or lose hope. For your majesty is surrounded by a court of beautiful women, and sit beside one on your throne. How am I ever to compare to them?
I pray your majesty is well, and that your letters get to me with God's help.
With awaiting kindness,
Mionetta Rizzo