It is not in my nature to pen such letters, nor in my nature to respond to advertisements such as that which was posted in Witch Weekly. However, certain recent events in my life have led me to be keenly aware of my own mortality, and highlighted what is missing from my life: a wife. You, potentially.

I have a capable grasp of several languages, though am curious as to which is your preference. We might converse in French or in German; while I cannot write in foreign alphabets, I have a proficiency speaking in several.

Mine is an established household that is not unwelcome to new arrivals. I would provide a comfortable lifestyle for any woman who I chose to wed, and who chose myself in return.

Yours,

I, too, have a visible disfigurement.

In terms of my spare time, I fear I have little enough of it. The nature of my occupation is such that even leisure time is often spent in the company of others in a professional capacity. Travel is something that has piqued my interest since I was a boy, though, and I daresay that I have seen more of the world than many. I also do enjoy a good book, and other immobile pursuits.

Yours,