Greengrass,

As much as I love a good poem as much as the next person, I'm afraid you'd be rather disappointed with any sonnet I wrote. I've been considering the options we have. I'm fortunate Tatiana is under no illusions about the nature of our marriage, so I cannot imagine she'll pry into my personal life unless I give her cause to. I've never had issues being discreet before. But even so, I understand the need to be sure.

I won't ask you to sleep under the same roof as her, but I can't lie and say I'd be perfectly happy to let you return to your home every night, because I know there will be some days where I'd rather tie you to the bed than let you leave. If that means finding alternate sleeping arrangements for us, so be it. I'll be living in London, which means the easiest place to meet would be the Inverness home. My two youngest brothers and parents live there, but you've seen it. It's large enough that we could likely walk around freely without being seen by a soul—not that I intend to do that. If that doesn't suit you, I could find us somewhere else.

And I know the time we've spent together has been spent mostly in bed, but I want to do more that. I want to take you places where you've never been. I want to spend time with you. In that way we are blessed: we can go places together without anyone looking twice in our direction.

I know you want me to tell you how we'll manage this, but your input is just as important. I need to know what you want, what you don't what. Tell me everything and don't be nervous about it.

Fondly,
V. Macnair

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