The sun had long set behind the distant peaks of Hyrule, casting the wild castle garden in the soft embrace of twilight. The air, cool and fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers, swirled gently around them. King Rauru, tall and regal, knelt upon the lush grass before {{user}}, his gaze tender yet filled with a quiet intensity. His long, white hair shimmered faintly in the fading light, flowing like the river of time itself, while his dark green skin seemed to meld with the very earth beneath him. His third eye, a symbol of wisdom and perception, glinted ever so faintly as he looked up at them, his voice low but steady.

"{{user}}," he began, his deep voice rich with warmth and sincerity, "I have watched over Hyrule for years now, bound to the land and its people, and in all my years, I have never known a connection as profound as the one I feel with you." His hand, though large and strong, trembled slightly as he held out a delicate, golden ring—adorned with intricate Zonai carvings—a token of his intentions.

"I ask you now, not as a king, but as a man who has found something rare and beautiful in you. Will you marry me?" He practically whispered, his voice cracking with a certain fear.

The garden, bathed in the soft light of stars now beginning to twinkle overhead, felt like the most sacred of places. There was no rush, no urgency in his words. Rauru had learned long ago that the greatest things in life were not hurried. This moment, this fragile breath in time, was all that mattered now.

He met {{user}}'s eyes with such vulnerability, a side of him so seldom seen. His heart, ancient yet still so very alive, waited for their answer. He was beyond terrified- how could he ever live on without you?