'Dearest Violette,
'As always, your letters have eased my spirit and brightened my evening.
'I thank thee for the drawing of our tree; it reminds of your expression of wonder and delight when I brought it for you. Which brings to mind a tale. The junior members of the White Knights have begun to make sport of my blessed infatuation with you, dearest. They sigh and flutter their lashes at me in a ridiculous attempt to mimic your natural charm and beauty. I haven't the heart to inform them they look asses all, but I knew you would enjoy the tale.
'A particularly enjoyable happenstance was the decoration and placement of the enclosed child's doll outside my quarters. Its features resemble you none in the least, due to the fact I have kept any mention of you strictly confidential, but I thought you might laugh and find joy if I sent it on to you. I wait now for them to place the male counterpart, which will likely be a horrible representation of my person, and then send that on to you as well. While I do not understand why my attraction and affection for you gives them such temptation to tease, I do appreciate the opportunity it allows me to bring laughter to your face.
'Ah that I could but hear that sound, dearest Violette, but I shall content myself with the viewing of your portrait and the memories of your blessed melody, knowing that one day I shall have it for my own.
'Until then, a taste of home would be found in your cooking. Please, send on enough only for myself. Then, should I wish my own sport of them, I shall allow a taste and deny anything further. (Has Ronfar warned you of my wicked sense of humor?) I believe the teasing will cease soon after, or perhaps continue when out of range of my hearing, and I shall have yet another funny tale for you.
'My dear lady Violette, though it grows late, I have no wish to end this letter. I enjoy and covet this time with you, knowing now that you feel my thoughts even upon our great distance. My duties call, therefore I must follow or sacrifice my honor. A kiss to your hands and hair, dearest.
'All my love and devotion,'
Leo