Pendleton Revolution - Chapter 1.1

Until this day and this moment, I’ve read numerous poems and writings. Amongst them, some were love stories likened to radiant sunlight, while others were historic tomes filled with blood and warfare. There were even miscellaneous pamphlets listing the names of aristocratic houses. However, recently, I feel that the present is more fantastical than poems and more curious than fairy tales.

Dear patron, I am unsure of how you would view the fact that this first letter to you is filled with such surprise and astonishment. It is that I merely wish to tell you, my patron, at least once, of how much your decision has changed my life, in addition, how big of an opportunity and how much hope it has given me.

To be honest, the fact that my dear patron visited our orphanage to promise sponsorship of one child is not surprising in and of itself. Ever since the fateful incident between his Highness the Grand Duke of Pendelton and her Highness the Grand Duchess that is akin to a fairy tale, it has become a widely well known fact that sires of great knowledge and culture have been very keen on the subject of sponsoring us. And truly, this happens quite frequently at our orphanage, the largest in the Capitol.

What actually surprised me was my dear patron’s rather unique and peculiar method of sponsorship. While it is true that the number of exalted sires who’ve set their sights on the girls of orphanages have increased in recent days, it has been law that such opportunities would go towards a girl beautiful enough to satisfy their eyes. To be honest, this is once in a lifetime chance that I never even dared to dream of.

I have heard that the patron requested for a promising individual with the greatest talents, whether they be male or female, to sponsor. As a result, a fortnight ago, I was called aside by the venerable nun and was quietly delivered of this request.

I am already 18 years old, and as an older student, I know and understand almost all of the happenings within the orphanage. The only individual, who offered sponsorship without requesting a beautiful appearance, or an elegant voice, thin and noble arms and legs, or even large deer-like eyes, to my knowledge, is you, dear patron. Children with neither the talent nor appearance to be called in as part of aristocratic society like myself are unable to even dream of being sponsored. Dear patron, what you have given me is a spark of hope. The charity the patron has mercifully given our orphanage will become the dreams and passions of all children.

As such, I enclose the academics which I wish to study in this letter, and I write this touched letter with a thankful heart for this great opportunity and honor. From tomorrow onwards, I shall write a letter to you whenever I have time. I hope that interesting stories, which may become this patron’s trifling happiness, will fill my life starting from tomorrow.

I shall end the expression of my surprise and thanks at such a fortune here and write my hopes from this very next letter. Since I have never learned any etiquette, should I have used any expression that might offend my noble patron, I hope you would read it with a tolerant mind. It is not my nature to be eloquent, so I worry that my letter is too short or perhaps too lengthy.

Under Your Eternal Grace,

Andie Julinas