Far across the raging seas have I travelled. Fierce and hideous beasts have I slaughtered. I have rode across Albion and dined with King Arthur at his table. I have fought in battle, and stolen the life of many men. I have looked into they eye of death, and bore his evil mark, until thy divine light did resurrect me. I drank a love potion with a beautiful princess, and took her love from my Uncle, King Mark. Though I have completed long enduring quests, and survived death, I have never been asked by a damsel to dress as a leper, to beg for gold and trinkets. I have never taken King Arthur’s leggings, nor had the opportunity to fool King Marks barons. Until thy sweet lips did speak of the favor. The dishonor I risked in that position had no effect on my choice, for I would do anything thou asked of me, no matter how dishonest, or righteous, anything for thy Love. It is true that when we met in Ireland, and began our trip to Cornwall, that we drank a love potion and fell into the depths for one another. We have betrayed our king, and our kingdom. But the soft of thy lips, and the sweet of thy breath would do enough for me to never want to leave thy side. The color of thine eyes and the length of thy hair, the melody of thy honeyed name, Isolde. Isolde, my dear Isolde, I have lied to you! I curse that dreaded potion for wearing off, and making us repent our sins, I could have lived in that forest by your side until we met our demise. I felt a shift in my heart in the time we spent together. A feeling of fire, a blaze that consumed me whole. The only regret I have is keeping a maiden as fair as you lost in the wilderness, hungry and cold. A Queen like you deserves to be dined with wine, and clothed in silk and furs. Isolde, I love thee true, that is why I have helped thee leave my side. For thou happiness means more to me than all the expeditions and honors I have received. It is true that a lowly Knight cannot compete with the luxuries of the King, and therefore I must let you go. I ask but one thing of thee my lovely, do not regret me, and do not forget me. I will forever be consumed with desire for thy love, a servant of thine heart.
Forever,
Tristan