Farewell, My Carlotta

My Dearest Carlotta, my beloved inamorata, you must be back in Austria, far away from this dilemma. I was an Austrian prince. I let Napoleon convince myself of greatness. As an emperor and empress, we would make great progress. When you took my hand, we had a great land. Believing it all I ignored his recall. It led to our downfall. I was merely a puppet on a string controlled by a faraway king. We possessed a title with our name. However, in lieu of fame, I have brought us shame. Little did I know at the town of Queretaro, there would be an ignominious defeat in the searing summer heat. All my forces crumbled. I am now in a small cell humbled. Please hear my plea. Please forgive me for my gullibility. I could not foresee this fall into ignobility. We have parted leaving me broken hearted. History must take its course. Juarez shows no remorse. I now await my demise at tomorrow’s sunrise. Your loving husband, Maximilian