My Dear Queen,
Only three days away from you and I am already wallowing in the despair of your absence. The image of you, waving from that balcony, so beautiful and yet so far, stays engraved on my mind like a thorn in my heart. How sweet the pain, how addicting the poison of our memories together.
Each day while long hours I pass on my horse, I think of a thousand words I shall send my beloved wife. I become the most skilled poet and could compete with your favorite authors on those aisles of literature you love so much. Yet, when night falls and our sore legs hit the ground, all those beautiful words and inspiration abandon me and I'm left like an illiterate soul faced with a blank parchment. During those times, my thoughts are so rough I am glad I already conquered the stage of wooing
