show you,” he said, bending to kiss her as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, right there on the path to the palace, in front of anybody who might care to pass by.
When they could finally breathe again, he pulled her a little ways off the path, into the palace gardens, and dropped to one knee. “I know this is the way they do things in your world,” he said, every ounce of the love he felt for her naked on his face. Exposed and vulnerable, just like his heart.
“Lady Fiona Campbell, will you spend the rest of your life with me?”
Her answer shone like the bright Atlantean sun on her face and in her heart. “Oh, yes. Most definitely yes.”
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