Dear Elena,
Your kindness is beauty. Your existence is a diamond among coals. Your belief in others, even when no one else believes in them, makes you radiate like a rare gemstone in the light of the morning sun. There is no description for what you do to me. You have everything it takes to be as good a ruler as your parents were, perhaps even greater than they were. You have the resilience needed to fight for what you think is right and the compassion to be understanding even towards those who are different. Remember how you stood up for Charoca when he was getting all heated up about the village children taking his possessions? That was a time you taught all of us a lesson about judging others before we know what's going on. Remember back in the kingdom of Cordoba how you already knew how to prevent the Yacalli from attacking the Palacio Rosado without a need to fight him? You sure helped King Juan Ramón keep the peace in Cordoba between the people and the wildlife. Remember during the Peace Festival when I joined the team even though I was obviously a horrible player? I would've given up if it weren't for you. You taught me that I needed to play my own way, so I did, and I won us the Ólaball game and the trophy. I owe it all to you. I guess what I'm trying to say is "I love you, Elena."
Love,
Gabe