The (Real!) Battle of Agincourt: or The Terms of Love to Lady Catherine
I fight for your affections: every smile is a battle won, your peals of laughter a victory song, the simplest words uttered, a vital supply to the battlefield of romance. I'm unclear of your expectations of me - yet I fight. I fight - and whether they are the demons of doubt and uncertainty or the complexity of a very real adversary, I will make inch to grudging inch and hold a mile to your guarded heart. Not that I seek to destroy the walls that keep your affections safe, only that I am granted a chance to implore you to open the gate. It doesn't matter how many days it will take - patience is attrition taking on weeks, months and years in simple steps of one...