you were sitting with him on some slope of some God-only-known mountain, and everything seemed to be calm. everything here was saturated with the culture of the Middle Ages.

here you and Argenti are sitting, admiring the stars in the night sky, until he turns away from you and starts mumbling to himself.

it takes a few minutes before he gets up, dusts off his knees and, clearing his throat, gets down on one knee in front of you.

"will you marry me, honey?" he asks, closing his eyes in fear