To Honoured Boyaress Xanthe,
I must confess that none of the lords of this land commands my soul as you do. Your strength and wisdom, honed over centuries, leave me trembling in awe. Every day, I dream of being claimed by you. Meet me, and I swear I can prove my worth to you. Take me, and I shall serve your ambitions for all eternity.
Your most faithful,
Catnica
The Great Witch of Boar’s Back