Dearest Mama:
Mary Queen of Scots is not a figure from history who interests me in the least. Considering she stole the husband of one of our own Scots relations, Jean Gordon, should make you ashamed to even suggest her as a subject for publication, romance novel or no.
Croissants are a noble pastry that require a delft touch and constant eye in the preparing. They are a noble confection; please do not belittle their creation.
As for Mary by any name, I am currently immersed in researching the life of that great alchemist, Miriam, sister of Moses, who seems to have died of something called the whiteness after being locked up in a cave? Makes no sense to me since we all know Moses wouldn't starve his own sister to death. Gods, this Biblical allegory stuff gives me a splitting headache, I swear. Speaking of brothers, have you heard from mine? You know, the one you birthed a while back named after the patron saint of Scotland?
Enjoy the heather and the haggis - here's to John Knox!
Kissies, your heathen daughter







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