chapter 1

My Lord I am sending you this written monolog in association with manors of thine own regal heart and these words I write out for you with the finest inks of Egypt and the most esquisit parchment the quality only Chinas silkworm can spendle.Smooth like the flesh covering my supple breast... Of that which I speak sire are matters to be considered nothing shy of the gods own words. Each paragraph every line my leige, allow me to invite your imagination to join me on a journey throughout a explporation embarking on erotic epistolary endeavors involving the two, yes you and I ...and if I may speak freely none of this I am feeling is or has been imagined my lord all of the raw warmness of your flesh against mine I lived and I relive every moment I am not in your sight I swear to it on the blood in my veins sire... As if your breath was upon my cheek warm causing an eruption of tiny little sparks up and down my spine as I spin my riddles and rymes upon your ears to your heart and then to thine soul. I bow before thee and I beg your forgiveness ...I, I'd love to wrap mine around your strong shoulders as you bow before your Queen....Forgive me your Majesty I can not help but to go off on a tangent like so , please my lord do not discard my written thoughts it is your kingdom whom I wish to serve.I will continue keeping in touch while abroad I bare the mark of your kingdom branded into my flesh as dose your prized stallion. No Nobel man will dare desicrate your mark, for they shall bow to me as they would you upon seeing it on my bare flesh or off with their heads. Any and all gifts bestowed unto me obviously only due to my alliances with your Highness I will send through currior as well. I'll always serve you whom the gods have favored always you whom hath shone me the finest only , Humbly your sensual servant ,....long live the king....
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