October 10th, 1806
Listen: if I hear so much as an unsubstantiated rumor that you’re even looking at anything that reproduces, I will march back to Paris this instant and strangle it to death in front of your sex-crazed eyes, you sex-crazed devil-woman. You love only ME. Got that? That means no touching, talking to, hearing, or looking at anything else. Ever. I’m having General DeGrenier construct a sensory deprivation chamber to make this all possible (he knows that if he even looks at you, I’ll finely dice him in the guillotine, add chicken stock and leeks, and feed him to the poor he despises so much). When—and only when—I return from conquering native lands for the glory of
Thinking of you pretty much every other day,
p.s. You should see how these Austrian women dress…Time to conquer some fertile lands (I’m suggestively wagging my brows).