Having asked you to please join me in the great hall, you enter in search of me.
Hundreds of candles light the room, shadows seem more numerous than pools of light. My voice echoes from the far end. "Is the Dreamer still lost?"
Approaching from the far end, wearing my dress armor. The candlelight reflecting in the deep blues of the titanium alloy, glinting in the silver etchings of roses, that of a dragon on the breast plate. I kneel before you, taking your hands in mine, kissing them, holding them against my face a moment. "I thought I lost you..." voice breaking, I gaze up into your eyes, mine clouded in tears. "And that I could not bear...This can wait no longer, my love...Will you marry me?"
If the answer is yes, thought I would let you set the date. Just make it a Sat or Sun around 7pm or later (your time). Click "I Love You" below to do so.
The next time I ask this question, you can bet it will not be on the internet.
** Sorry, couldn't resist the song, or the medeival theme....