“Eric,” I whisper, “What are you doing?”
A stupid question, I know, but I’m just in complete shock. Why is he doing this? Why here? Why now?
“Mariel,” He says with a shaky voice, “You risked your own life to save my sister. You’re loyal, brave, and caring. And the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my life.”
I feel my throat beginning to tighten, each breath gets harder and harder to take.
He pulls out a tiny wooden box from his pocket and opens it. Inside is a gold ring with a blue stone that glistens so bright that it looks as if it’s holding angelic fire within.
My hand flies to my mouth in shock.
“Would you do me the honor of becoming my queen?” He asks.
Ingrid and Frances squeal in delight, and they’re joined by the warlock behind me.
“Well, you said it would be a party!”
