Lucas
When I was on my knees with the small velvet box in my hand, waiting for her to respond, nothing mattered to me but her. The burden of what I was going to ask, the commitment I was going to undertake, came crashing down upon me like the first line of actual responsibility ever.
I do not know the age I then had, but I considered myself as old; perhaps I was forty-five?
I had seen wars, lost friends, and ruled my pack with an iron fist when necessary. I was not a man who made promises lightly. But this?
Proposing Shirley to be mine in this life and in any other life; it was the most pleasurable thing that I have to do in this world, as well as the most challenging thing that I had to fight for.
I glanced at her and I could hear the beating of my own heart. This woman, my queen fr
