'My dear darling wife,' Her breath caught in her throat. It was one of those letters. No. No, she would be strong. She would not fall for his corny love letter apologies again. 'Light of my light, dawn of my morning, my endless serenade.' She tried to keep a grip on her anger, but his sweet honeyed words made it so slippery. 'Every day we are apart makes my heart ache. Every second without you is an arrow to my soul. I know I am not the perfect stallion, for a perfect stallion would never crave your presence so ravenously, so jealously, as I.’