The Letter

Lord B,

On the night we met… I felt your beseeching glances of passion forlorn. Yes, your eyes drank me in when you believed my attention was engaged with other banquet guests. However, I certainly sensed a silent plea radiating from you toward me.

Am I correct? Or perhaps it was only youth’s bravado misinterpreted? I must know for sure. I struggle with the possibility I imagined it all. The memory of you comes to me in the shadow of dreams... A forbidden and delicious delight; the very remembrance of which causes hot roses to bloom upon my cheeks. I can no longer pretend like it never happened.

I send this bold request on raven’s tireless wings. I fervently hope it is not delivered into the wrong hands. I do not wish to upset the fragile peace between our neighboring lands.

Please do not deny me an answer. I fear I cannot face such a heartless tomorrow in my continuing uncertainty of your true feelings.

Affectionately,

Lady H