My Dearest Lady,
I cannot help but wonder whether you have spurned my recent advances or if something is amiss. The roses I have sent to your abode have been returned to me via courier, ripped apart as if by wild beasts. I’m almost sure you have no dogs.
Let me know if I have done anything to stir your ire.
Your Servant,
H. Ferral
My Dear Lady,
It was my servant’s mistake that the package was addressed to a certain Magna instead of you. I am deeply ashamed that such an error could occur. It will be rectified by his dismissal immediately.
Your Servant,
H. Ferral
My Love,
Of course I know your name.
Respectfully Yours,
H. Ferral
Star of My Life,
After the embarrassing occurrence yesterday, I think it is worth my time to explain that the memory of your name has been struck from my mind. Only your beauty remains.
Forever Yours,
H. Ferral
Open mouth, insert foot. Watch the many ways this man can embarrass himself in The Agartes Epilogues.
