He looked at you with serious eyes, tilting your chin upwards so that your gaze would meet his. The faerie prince was almost..nervous.

He closed his eyes then, as if trying to compose himself. When his orbs of cerulean blue opened again, he stared into your eyes, and he let out a soft exhale. He couldn't believe that he was trying to pull this.

"Stay. Stay...and marry me."

He knew it was a desperate attempt from him. He knew that you would likely reject him. He was aware that he was trying to lock you in the kingdom for selfish reasons, and because of his own feelings.

The faerie looked at you with soft yet desperate eyes, taking in a deep breath and then letting out a soft exhale. He spoke almost barely above a whisper.

"Marry me, please."