<i>But of course you are a nuisance.  You will be the most difficult to find a match for, so he needs all the time he can get to find someone to pawn you off on.  Why do you think he was so eager when word reached him of my original intent?  Alas, you chased me off quite successfully.  Then so did he. <br/>
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Though I find myself wondering who would win you.  Slighting your sisters or not, it’s also true that you are the fairest of all.  And the most spirited.  Even were I a man who could be interested in the shape of a woman, it would still be you who would catch my eye.<br/>
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Pray it be someone with similar tastes and little concern with monogamy who courts you next.  Then your forced loneliness will be easily forgotten in some unholy, crowded marriage bed. <br/>
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In the meantime, I am sending you something to ease your lonesomeness.  The measurements seem appropriate.  Warm it with heated water and use that other bottle with it as you lie on your other gift I’m arranging for you.  The oil is scented with the same small, white flowers scattered throughout.  In certain quantities they are known to have a euphoric effect if consumed or otherwise… taken in.  I will let you experiment with what those quantities are. <br/>
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Such gifts are only appropriate to send to someone like you.  I would rather to give them to you in person and help you use them.  Just to watch you and hear the noises you would make would be reward enough.<br/>
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Business at the end of your latest letter refuses to let me become lewder than that.  I have hand chosen someone who has an appropriate demeanor for an ambassador to send you.  She will be arriving shortly after this letter, if all goes according to plan.  Her name is Kata and she speaks your language, but her lineage closely resembles mine as a half blood.  She has been trained in a number of skills regarding her new position, which is much different than her previous rank of East Army General of my empire.  Despite her accomplishments, she is still young.  Treat her kindly.</i><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/keth-sig-3-png.2720/" title="Keth sig 3.png">
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</div><br/><br/><br/><br/>This time the box sent was bound tightly, warning against tampering.  Within was an exquisite toy made from glass, protected by a lovely box with a pillowy inside lined in satin.  While it wasn’t an exact match, the length and girth closely enough resembled Kethaias.  The other gift he’d mentioned was more involved, and required a number of servants sent along with gloved hands to weave.  Flowers, all shades of red and purple, and of course those mysterious little white ones Keth had written about.