My dearest gazelle,
I hope this letter finds you well and that all who revel in your beauty as I do continue to treat you with kindness. I keep thinking back to that night I saw you, the moon giving you such a glow, your eyes and smile reflecting such grace and beauty.
They say we will see the greeks soon. A few of the generals here have greek slaves but I can hardly bare to look at them. I'm sure they have been cleansed of any plague that would infect us by now but to look at the creatures that brought my father's death is almost more painful than I can take. No matter, soon their forces will be dead at our feet and I will be able to return to you.
I think often of your face and hope you will grace me with your smile once more.
Forever yours,
Kissan H'haikaddad
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