Dear Sigyn,
Please, please write me back.
I sincerely apologize that I tarried so long in writing to you after the anniversary dinner. I imagine that you saw right through my lame attempt at an excuse. I was not too busy to reach out to you, I was too afraid. The moment that you stepped into the throne room that night it felt as if the very breath was ripped from my lungs. People had told me what you looked like, of course, but I never imagined that their descriptions would fall so utterly short of reality. You were beautiful, but to be honest you could have worn a grain sack and looked just as alluring.
But, to my dismay, not only did you look beautiful but every word out of your mouth was beautiful, every step you took was beautiful, every move you made was beautiful and everything you touched became beautiful merely because you had come in contact with it. You were perfect, you were regal, you were queenly. You deserve nothing less than a king, the one thing that I shall never be.
I did not speak to you because I dared not trust my own tongue, I did not dance with you for fear that my touch might tarnish you. I did not look at you because I knew that through my eyes you would read the depths of my soul as easily as one of your books. And then you would know, you would know that you deserve far better.
So I did what I do best, I pulled away from you in an attempt to hide my shortcomings and my fears. I acted coldly towards you and I am very sorry for that. Should you find it in yourself to write a response, know that I await your reply with bated breath.
Sincerely,
Loki