My friend,

  I write to invite you to the wedding of Annette and me. I would be very glad if you could arrive a little earlier so that you may meet her. I am certain you will like her. She too enjoys listening to tales and legends, and you tell them better than anyone I know.

  I feel like the happiest man in the world. I am so deeply in love that my heart trembles with it.

  Our king, may he live for many years, has promised that the wedding will be held in the royal garden. He said that he grants this honor to the son of the brave knight Armand the Burned — my father — who slew the last dragon.

  This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

  Though I sometimes feel like a burden to the kingdom, I am glad that they still remember whose blood runs through my veins.

  When I imagine Annette standing at the altar, my heart almost stops.

  I eagerly await your arrival.