My Dear Queen,
I have to admit, the thought of my beloved wife harboring a new, plumper figure has kept me awake at night lately. I shall buy you a bakery if you wish so, but please, do not think for a second anything could ever prevent me from recognizing your beautiful purple gem-worth eyes, your silky black hair, and that pale yet so pink under my handiwork' skin, ever.
I wish I could keep this letter going on such a light note, but we finally caught sight of the enemy. To be more precise, we heard them last night. After ten days of marching endlessly towards an enemy that never seemed to appear, it was one strange wake-up-call for all of our men.
The sentries were of no help, as everyone woke up like one man, to the deafening sound of trees falling, rocks as big as a horse being m
