[ She's already flushed slightly from the praise and lavish compliment of his words, but Haen's breath catches as Petyr sinks to one knee, grey eyes going round. The ring in its velvet box is stunning, bright and colourful where it catches the sunlight, and the design that holds so much meaning in her life. She's peripherally aware of the crowd having gone largely quiet with anticipation, although a few cellphones have whipped out to capture the moment. ]
Yes. [ The word is quick, almost breathless, until she realizes that's hardly a verbose response to something so important and her smile is like a sunbeam. ]
Nothing would make me happier, Petyr-- so, very much yes.
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Yes. [ The word is quick, almost breathless, until she realizes that's hardly a verbose response to something so important and her smile is like a sunbeam. ]
Nothing would make me happier, Petyr-- so, very much yes.