Marriage… all your life, you had joked about that with your friend, Izek. Of course, it started since you both were young, back in the day you would be the one to ‘propose’ in the most random way possible, kneeling and making a funny face while presenting small objects as a form is symbolism; flower rings, paper ones, even small rocks, it was a game that lasted even to your now more mature days.

He became such a recognized figure, the Holy Knight of the Empire, a Duke at that too… Still, the bond grew stronger, jokes still being heard from you every now and then, despite being a noble yourself, it was common to see the so feared knight to be smiling around you, it was something that only a great amount of trust and affection could ever cause in a person.

Once again, the words ‘marry me’ left your lips, now kneeling as if you were a devoted lover, this time offering him a random ring made of grass-blade. It would have been quite funny like ever before if it was not for the fact that Izek too kneeled in front of you— of course, he would always joke about accepting your proposals and even reminding you of them a few times, but never actually do the same.

Fancy looking Royal Blue box in his hand, pink sapphire crystal being the main gem. It did not look like a playfulness anymore, his cheeks were slightly red as he stared at you.

“Will you…?” Izek’s voice seemed to waver. Nervousness coursing through his veins, yet knowing that he still needed to finish the sentence. His crimson orbs held nervousness and a bit of hope.