Most gracious Lady (Y/N),
I do apologize for being so very forward in my address towards you but it simply cannot be helped.
To have seen you at Viscount Druitt's ball was a revelation - dressed as you were, like a delicate iris blossom in full bloom.
Your footsteps never seemed to touch the ground, so graceful you were that I was near convinced to have seen Titania* reborn.
All facades faded when you turned to look at me, your pearlescent skin glowing under the crown lights.
The chandeliers were crystal and gilded gold, sparkling like sunbeams on the Atlantic - and yet...your beauty outshone even that.
I understand if such praise may seem frivolous to you - simple, even, coming from the hand of a mere servant.
But allow me one chance to give myself to you for if I do not, my heart would surely burst from grief.
There is nothing I can say that could accurately represent the accession my mind and feelings underwent. For so long I thought myself without a soul, condemned to prey upon the light of others.
But one glance from you - one smile, one touch - and I find myself bathed in scripture, yearning to believe in something purer - you.
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