Dear Suitor?
Your proposal to be the spouse of Nelly Charity Sirma was declined. We celebrate your iron will notwithstanding. From your submissions, I and the mother of your star have unanimously agreed that you are of a sound financial health, to keep the jewel in question, appeased. However, there’s a reservation. Your reference to the great Napoleon Sirma as just Napoleon Sirma reeks of disrespect and a slippery daredevil tendency. It’s needless to lecture you on the befitting titles; your character flaw looks incurable. Consider this, I am the chief galaxy, from whose loins shone the irresistible star that is Nelly Charity Sirma; a princess in her season. We have no reason to believe that her Highness will be safe in the hands of a careless wolf who doesn’t weigh the gravity of his words. The spouse to her highness should of necessity, be a prince in his own right, who tactfully wags his tongue in season just to butter her delicate heart and above all carry the dream of keeping her at the pinnacle of character, health, and comfort.
We know this will cast a long dark shadow over your young heart, which will perhaps never love again. But if you ever love again, I must assume that you are thoroughly furnished on the inroads for pouncing on the fairest and protected of princesses. Their progenitors are revered with reverence that borders on sycophancy and the slots are reserved for the choicest of suitors!
Your girlfriend will reiterate in a similar write-up and she will spare you the sole effort of canceling all the service provider engagements slotted for the fast-approaching wedding day.
His Majesty
Napoleon Youseff Sirma
Samuel Kioko 2018©
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