Counting the days- Inspiration

The blank page stared up at him. Pricking his conscience and berating him for his neglect.

The words would not come.

How do you tell such a Lady that she set you on fire?

Stirred your very soul.

How do you tell her that you are counting the days to their marriage; dreaming of hot steaming nights when alone in your cold wide bed?

He sighed. You did not of course. He picked up his pen.

Dear Lothíriel,

I hope this letter finds you well. The horse I have chosen for you is now weeks into her training. I …