Disclaimer: I don't own The Bible. I own a Bible...
My dear Esther
I do not know how to tell you this without sounding like some sentimental fool. I am afraid being who I am means that speaking openly about what is on my mind, except when it comes to expressing my rage, is sadly foreign to me. However, this time I feel I should speak openly about what is on my heart and mind: I love you. I cannot tell you when I began falling in love with you, began seeing you as more than simply a pretty girl who had replaced my first wife. What I can tell you is the time when I realized how much you mean to me: it was in that moment when I saw you standing in my courtyard un-summoned; an epitome of beauty, filled with trust that I would not bring you harm despite your transgressions. (Of course now I realized that you had simply faith that your God would not let anything happen to you as you bravely stepped forward to save His people, still I cannot help but think that maybe a little, just a little, came from your trust in me.)
You are beautiful, my love, yet your beauty fade away in the light of your amazing bravery and your pristine loyalty for your people. To look at you is seeing the sun which rises over our city in a cascade of gold; you are fairer and nobler than any woman born into a life in the courts.
It is my sincere hope that you will read this and understand what I cannot bring myself to tell you face-to-face. Read this and know that while you were chosen for your beauty, it is now your kind and brave heart that I love the most.
Yours forever, Ahasuerus
P.S. I hope you like the flowers. Your cousin told me that your Hebrew name, Hadassah, means 'myrtle' and I could not think of a more meaningful gift to bring you.