Your Highness,
I write you in person to ask of how you are.
I left Suffolk to Whitehall Palace some days ago and I was really sorry to find out that our Court is missing one of its brightest treasures.
I know we didn't have time to talk much in the past, but you can find a friend in me.
We have the most precious of the gift in common: our Faith in God and in its Church of Rome.
Considering the risks on writing you so and the possibility that this letter may not reach your hands, I continue: the situation at Court is not by your side, unfortunately.
My father, the Duke of Suffolk, is trying to convince the King, his best friend, to return to his legitimate wife, your mother and most loved rightful Queen Katherine, but he's not having success.
I fear that from now on, the Boleyns will have their way free and we will not be able to do much.
I ask you with all my heart to be very strong and brave, my Princess.
God's ways are always mysterious but He must have plans for you as He has for all of us.
Believe me when I write so: I'm facing it in first person.
I know it's hard to be patient, but I believe that after this Dark He will show us His holy light and will.
I am at your service and if there is anything I could do for you, no matter how little or how big, I will do so.
Your servant and loyal friend,
Charles Henry Stafford Brandon