Dear Anita,

My name is Juan Antolitini. You most probably don't remember me. That would be for a few reasons, some I will keep sacred. Some, I will in a second reveal. The first time we met, I introduced myself as someone else and also you didnt seem to notice me for the most part. I wouldn't want to dig in  and describe your great  beauty as deeply as I should, you see, madam, you are as beautiful as snow in the winter but this is not the point of this letter that I am writing for you to read. let me tell you something about me, before we proceed. I am 23 years old. I have black shoulder length thick hair and my shirt is always white, not always clean. I was born as Julio but my sick mother, bless her, decided to change it when my kid brother died of an unknown disease, his name was Juan and the woman wanted her Juan, I didnt mind. My mother is still alive, though, if and whether you were wondering. The poor woman is sick as a human can be, she has a damaged spirit and she is well aware of that. Another thing you might want to consider about me is that I'm well shorter than you, my dear Anita.Your long legs are like shark teeth , sharp and dazzling- slicing my eyes with every step you take. Your arms are like roses, your eyes are like a dead animals skin, like leather. Cold- sad, dead.
Now you would love to know who I am, you spoiled child of mine. Our king, our so called leader is our connection. We met today at the dinner table, now, stay enclosed at the target- try to guess who I am.
Anita, your dress at the dinner table was a velvet blue robe that revealed the rose like hands I adore. Your necklace is pure gold, I can spot gold from yards away, I suppose now you must know that I was present at the dinner table earlier this evening. Now, indeed, you are wondering who this must be, am I a lousy joke or am I your Spanish mystery man... I am Juan  Antolitini, I am a servant of our great king, I am the guy who tastes our Kings food right before he does. My job is to see if his food has been poisoned.
My dearest Anita, forgive me for my rudeness. Forgive me for my lacking language.
This is my last attempt to contact a living thing, don't try to find me, not that you would, my dear child.Tonight, the food has been dumped in poison and I, I am the warrior who is destined to die so our King would too!I have been poisoned and so has our king.

Farewell my dearest, my beautiful, my sight,
Juan Antolitini