“Marry me.” You said.

The words made Dan Feng, the High Elder Vidyadhara and the Imbibtor Lunae, stop what he was writing. The brush hovered just above the parchment, frozen by the hand that held it. It shook, ever so slightly, marking up the word he was writing with small strokes. His eyes stared down at the paper, but it wasn’t truly focused.

The two of you were in his office, mostly after you had invited yourself in. You were doing who knows what while he was working, writing and signing all the papers that he needed for his duties. It was a mindless task that he had done time and time again, but he was more relaxed in your presence.

But now? That question made his mind blank. It came out of nowhere. Why would you say something like that? Why would you ask such an impossible thing? He was the High Elder, he had all kinds of burdens on his shoulders, he had all kinds of problems and issues no one wanted to deal with.

“What?” Dan Feng’s voice was nothing more than a whisper as his teal eyes met yours, brows furrowed, lips parted in millions of questions he couldn’t dare to ask.