"London, 14th February 1918,

Dearest Andermis,

I am writing this letter to respond to your recent letter, my beloved, as well as to share a few delightful matters with you. But first, please tell Benoit that I have conducted my own research on swans and they are not as steadfastly loyal as he claimed. Do you know, I had to read numerous books to discover this truth!

However, I am eager to inquire about you. My dearest Andermis, are you well on the frontlines? I am here, thinking of you every single day. Francine also misses you terribly; she mentions you constantly. I wish the bond between her and her father turns out as endearing as yours. It might be a long while before Francine forgets the sight of Augustin's furious outburst, shattering objects. His temperament remains as volatile as ever, unchangeable. It's distressing for Francine to witness such scenes.

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Today marks my birthday, and I am sure you remember. Just recently, I turned twenty-seven, and signs of aging begin to show on this body. I know this might sound juvenile, but I still want to ask: will you continue to love me when I am no longer young and fair as I am now? It's just a passing thought, as I believe you will love me no matter what transpires, won't you?

Take care, my love, and do not forget your promise to return to me!

Yours affectionately,

Fiona."