Dearest Carlo,
I am awestruck at the depth of your devotion to the Queen. She was quite entertained by your story, quite; and has agreed to meet with you at her earliest convenience. It looks like you have softened a spot in Her Majesty as she was at her writing desk all morning reading your words again and again. I can only assume your plan is working most efficiently. Her reaction was less than Queenly when I spoke to her of your intentions, and she immediately disrobed awaiting your erection...I mean entrance... to the castle.
Dearest Carlo, have you entirely given yourself and your heart to the Queen? I have come to love you during the course of our interactions with each other and maybe a fair maiden would suffice as much as the Queen. I see that you have weakened her, yet it is unnacceptable that she would succumb to a Count.
I, however, would be your most obliging consort, should you allow it. I will meet with you tonight in the gardens anxiously awaiting your reply.
It is saddening me immensly to have to report your longings to the Queen...I fear I must run away and never return should you deny my love for you...besides, the Queen is a bitch! She is always asking me to rub this, rub that, kiss this, kiss that, get down on my knees, as she admires her reflection in the mirror. Is that the kind of life you want dear Carlo?
I will end here and leave you to ponder this knowledge that no doubt must come as a surprise to you. See, I live with her... I know. I am waiting patiently for your instruction.
Jezebelle
Office of the Queen
