Dearest Brother...

January 22, 1793

My Dearest Brother,

         By the time you read this; indeed, if you ever read this, you will have heard my King, Louis, is dead. We talked long into the night, he and I, on the eve before his execution. He was calm and peaceful and we spoke at length on our life together and the future of the children. Both of us having realized they are the only hope we have of living on in some small part. Louis did not think that they would harm me. I did not agree, but kept that thought to myself, not seeing the point of dashing his slim hope. If it brought him some respite to think of me and the children as free and safe then so be it. Small comforts seem to be all that we have these days.

         As dawn approached I helped him prepare. He did not want to go to the guillotine looking haggard and afraid. Nothing could take away the lines worn around his mouth, he has earned them in this - our most desperate hour. He was, however, in all respects composed. Would that I were as regal as he when the time comes! We looked towards each other as the guards came to take him. He bowed deeply to me and placed a light kiss upon my cheek. The children were asleep, so he did not wake them. Rather he kissed each and brushed back the hair fallen into their faces.

         I could hear the crowds screaming for his head as they led him to his death. A hush descended for a brief moment and then a jubilant cheer arose and I knew my King husband was gone from this world. A proud calm overcame me as I knew soon they would come for me the same way. I do not wish to die, but I will face it with all of my dignity and the grace of my God that comforts me.

         Brother, I ask a promise from you. Please help my children. I fear that once I am done in they will suffer more cruelty and unless steps are taken their lives are in jeopardy. Be their good uncle and save them! Find a way to get them out of France. Would that papa were still alive! He would have found a way to rescue us all from this nightmare.

         Do not believe the lies that are being bandied about by my enemies. I am and have always been a good Queen. I have done nothing to warrant this imprisonment. The only crime I committed was that I was born in Austria and that is beyond my power to change.

         Until I see you in Heavens realm, I put quill aside and bid you fare - thee - well.

Your Loving Sister,
Queen of France - Marie Antoinette