To Most Illustrious Boyar Ambrus,
My heart races when I think of you. I watch you closely every Mass, burning with desire to come closer, speak to you, touch you... Please, I beg you, end my torment! Meet with me – let it be just the two of us, away from the crowd.
I long to serve you both in your ambitions and in the bedchamber. Grant me but a single night to prove my devotion. I am sure that afterwards you shall wish to share all eternity with me.
In longing,
Catnica
The Lustful Witch of Boar's Back