Mother,

You will be pleased, and I suspect rather relieved, to learn that I am safely back upon British soil and will likely be home in a matter of days. My trip abroad was rather more adventurous than I had expected—though of course, not as much as that of some, for which I was grateful—and to that end, I have news I can no longer rightly keep to myself.

Miss Camilla Zabini and myself exchanged vows and rings and all that that entails whilst in Algiers; the reason for my not being aboard the Santa Antonina at the time of its accident was that, indeed, I was on my honeymoon. As such, we return to England as Mr. and Mrs. Fitzroy Prewett, news that you will relish, for I know you were eager for me to wed.

We will, of course, have you for dinner as soon as we are settled. While I took care to write to my brothers on the matter, I would be grateful if you would pass the news along to my sisters and the extended family, for you have a way with such social announcements that I cannot hope to beat.

Affectionately,