The customized stationary was thick, and had a crisp feel to it beneath the fingers. A heavy vellum weave of paper in an eggshell white that made the sharp black of the ink from his Mont Blanc pen look harsh. His penmanship was so perfect it could have been typed. Anyone else might have thought that his secretary had written it up, but Rowan would no doubt recognizing the perfect handwriting as his. The letter was folded in half with a harsh crease and slid to fit perfectly inside the envelope that had been custom made by the same company. Unsealed he had simply tucked the lip of the envelope inside and handwritten her name on the outside before getting one of his lackeys to deliver it for him, an action meant to convey the unimportance of the situation for him.

Baroness,

         It's a good thing then my dear that men age with grace. A real shame however that the same cannot be said of women. You know what they say, after twenty five it's all down hill. Thank you for the lovely tie, the young firm twenty year old who shared my bed last night found the shade perfect for my eyes. Though of course she said that the brand you chose was a bit de classe. Then again she's an heiress, not someone who married an old man for his money so what would she know. I'm sure you chose the very best.

Your loving friend,
                     Xander