Written for Goldenlake's MPP #49: Letters. Lord Theodore is a stuffed bear, since it's been a little time since I've written about him!

Most Noble and Chivalrous Sir Gary,

I hope you do not consider it too forward for me to write to you. I simply find it hard to contain my adoration for your strong person. My heart beats faster and faster each time I hear heavy footsteps down a corridor, lest they belong to you. It has reached the point where everything reminds me of you, and I dream of parchment and desks and laws which need minute adjustments.

I scarce have control over my heart any long. I fear that it is now, entirely, yours.

Your Secret Admirer

Oh Exceedingly Noble and Handsome Sir Gary,

I did not mean for you to try to uncover me. My sweet and tender nature makes me think I am not worthy for you to even look upon me (although you do, from time to time, and I savour these precious moments like water in the desert).

I have found that you are to go on border patrol shortly with the much less noble Sir Raoul, and your squires. My heart hopes you will not be gone long - and that, once returned to me, you will not desire to steal gloves or venture out of Corus again.

Your Secret Admirer

Sweet Noble and Very Near Once More Sir Gary,

It pains me to note that you paid no attention to my last missive (save for remaining in the capital, for which you have my deepest thanks). I wish to admire you from afar, dearest knight, you and that marvellous moustache which is much more impressive from a distance.

Perhaps I might admire you once from a little closer, though, if you were to attend the Midwinter ball tomorrow evening, instead of pouring over those accounts as I have heard you intend...

Still Your Secret Admirer (despite your best efforts)

Achingly Noble and Delightfully Hairy Sir Gary,

Since you seem intent on discovering my true identity, perhaps you might wait for me outside the Queen's private garden tomorrow evening.

I will be waiting... all evening, if I must. I'll be wearing a blue dress.

Your Almost Exposed Admirer

Gary,

I'm sorry, all right? I didn't think you'd believe the letters in the first place, and I really didn't think anybody would be walking by themselves in a blue dress last night. I'm sorry if you embarrassed yourself, but I feel quite strongly that you aren't capable of it. Any references to our correspondence would simply have added to your mystique.

I'll apologise to Lady Cythera by way of letter, too. You can see I'm getting quite good at them.

Your Admirable Correspondent and Most Devoted Servant,
Douglass

My dearest Gwynnen, brightest flower in the court,

Your arrangements last night were as delightful as I expected, though Lord Theodore says my knight-master is like a bear with a sore head today - and he should know.

Douglass.