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I'll try.

[ He has already failed to keep so many people safe, the thought of adding her to those ranks is like a stab to his gut.

He doesn't want to think about it, so his mind casts about for some way to change the direction of the conversation, and it snags upon the realisation that he still hasn't actually asked her to be his wife.

He might not be able to really give her much in terms of romance just yet, but he can at least give her a proper proposal.

So he stops walking, turning toward her before taking a knee, looking up at her with a bit of a cheeky smirk and a bit of a playful sparkle in his eyes. He hasn't let go of her hand, though his grip did shift to accommodate for their new positions. ]

If you would do me the tremendous honour of being mine to protect, as your husband. I just realised that I never really asked, so. Giselle, will you marry me?

[Oh.

He's actually doing this the way that it's done in storybooks. Giselle's cheeks turn pink as her face lights up, and she smiles down at him. His words don't really sink in at first, not until her mind stops whirling in 500 different ecstatic directions.]

I was hoping that talk wasn't your way of proposing.

[He's managed to fluster her with such a sweet proposal. Her grin turns into a momentarily cheeky smirk, before she laughs in order to keep from crying. Being emotional is a good thing, but crying because she's happy in the middle of a proposal may be a little too much.]

Of course I'll marry you, Arthur. Nothing has ever sounded so wonderful.

[She's practically radiating sunshine as she leans down to kiss him. This time, it's much more drawn out and deeper than her previous attempts.]

[ It feels damn good to be able to make someone so happy, there's no denying that. Arthur finds himself grinning as well, before she makes that a little difficult by kissing him.

He gets to his feet, but doesn't see that as a reason to stop kissing. She just agreed to become his wife, that merits getting properly kissed.

So he puts one hand at the small of her back, the other curving around her neck, his thumb gently stroking the skin beneath her ear while he proceeds to kiss the living daylights out of his future bride. ]

[When she finally breaks away, she's looking more than a little dazed.To think that she's gone from not even knowing what a kiss really was to this in a matter of months is a little hard to believe. But here she is, newly engaged to a king and kissing him so openly.

It's essentially the best day of her life. And she can't stop smiling because of it.]

I think I could get used to doing that.

I'm pretty sure you're supposed to.

[ There is something a little roguish about his grin that holds the promise of a whole lot of other things that she might like to get used to down the line. ]

[That grin of his makes her blush even more, and she winds up laughing and lightly pushing against his arm.]

Well...then I'm right on course.

[There's no need to rush. They have time for him to show her all those other things that his smile promises her.]

And you, Your Highness, shouldn't be making me blush so much!

Why not? A blush looks quite fetching on you, you know.

[ She may have to resign herself to an awful lot of teasing if she marries this man. ]

[That only makes her blush more, and she covers up her face with both hands. She doesn't mind the teasing at all.]

I have a feeling you'll be making me blush often enough that it won't be so fetching. And besides, I don't have any way to make you blush.

[What goes around, comes around, mister.]

No, you don't.

[ He is completely unrepentant, and also very much doubting that she will ever make him blush. ]

[Oh, he's owning up to that. She laughs at him and shakes her head. He's going to be a handful, that's for sure.]

Well, there's plenty of other ways to make your face red.

Oh really? Like what?

Well, there's frustration, for one. And anger. And...and...

[She racks her brain and ends up just looking more pink. Huffing in frustration, she shrugs.]

Physical things.

Physical things? I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

[ Yes, he is absolutely being a prick right now. ]

I only know that there's supposedly one thing that men are after.

[Please, when someone finds out what that one thing is, they need to tell her.]

And that thing is incredibly physical. You really learn a lot listening to the women here talk.

[ He probably shouldn't laugh, but he does anyway. ]

You'll have to show me what you've learned sometime.

[Huffing, she gives him a little shove.]

Well, I might, if you stop laughing.

Alright, alright.

[ He clears his throat, and puts on an exaggeratedly serious facial expression. ]

Better?

[Now it's her turn to laugh. He's so ridiculous.]

Good enough for me to admit I actually have no idea what I'm doing.

[IT's probably a good idea to let him know that up front. Even if it's probably painfully obvious.]

[ He smiles a little then, and lightly brushes his knuckles over her cheek. ]

You'll figure it out.

[She leans her cheek toward his touch, but gives him a look.]

I'm looking forward to actually being able to do that.

[ He actually didn't know she could give looks like that, so this is an interesting revelation. ]

I think you'll manage to surprise a lot of people in the process.

[ He has a feeling she will make a far better queen than anyone might have anticipated. ]

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