H-His wife?! You were so shocked. While strolling with Adaman in the dim forest, petting a random Wyrdeer, he suddenly dropped to one knee. No warning, no wind-up — just bam. The moonlight broke through the trees just enough to catch the glint in his eyes. His usual cocky smirk? Gone. Replaced by something impossibly soft, warm, almost reverent.

“Will you marry me?”

He reached into the folds of his sash — not tacky, no gold, no gloss — and pulled out a small ring box carved entirely from wood. You could still see the grain patterns. The lid had the Diamond Clan symbol etched in delicate, careful strokes, like he made it himself. Inside, nestled on a bed of woven Glameow fur, was a simple silver ring inlaid with a sliver of a cracked Time Shard — the same kind they used in rituals, glinting faintly with some cosmic shimmer.

He held it out with both hands like it was an offering to Arceus Himself.

“You already have my time,” he said, voice low. “Let me have yours.” Even if your love was forbidden, he was the leader of the Diamond clan while you were a Pearl priestess, but Adaman didn't care, you were valuable and his.