My dearly beloved Henriette,
My dearest darling, please I am begging that you to forgive me. I know you are angry with me and frankly I cannot blame you. What I have done is unforgivable; I have broken the sacred bond that is God given between a husband and wife. And that, my dear, is unforgiveable, I am ashamed, I am disgusted and embarrassed of what I have done.
I must tell you the truth, though you may choose not to read this, and I cannot blame you. Though I do beg you read my letter and acknowledge my most humble of apologies. I will beg and grovel and plead for you Henriette, just so you know the truth.
I am sure you have been told that I have married another, the whole of my country seems to know and yours at that. Though things are not, like usual, as simple as they seem.
I did wed, I am still wed. My wife, I did not want to marry her. I cannot tell you by letter the details of the ordeal which lead to me being married to another but I desire so to see you. I would come to you in France but I have been warned against it by both you and a mutual friend.
My Father, the King, is furious, an alliance between France and England is long awaited and now it seems unlikely one will happen for a fair few years to come unless our children choose to wed.
Please, I beg you come to London and see me, I am being kept inside the tower until the disgrace has died down, I cannot send money to you though I am sure getting to London will be no problem for a Lady as wealthy as yourself.
If there is one thing you take from this letter I pray it be that I am truly sorry, if you can, please come to London to see me though I know this may be a difficult but I must see you again.
I hope you do not think ill of me though I cannot blame you if you do. Please send a letter to the London Docks, I will have someone pick it up, though I am a traitor to the throne I still have many friends and loyal subjects who will pass these letters and go between us.
The Duke Richard of Gloucester