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For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
The world narrowed to a single point: Haldor, on one knee. Dust on the wooden floor. Sunlight slipping through the narrow window like it, too, had paused to listen.
"Marry me, Your Highness."
The words echoed—not loudly, not dramatically—but with a force that split something open inside me.
This was not how proposals were meant to happen. No court. No witnesses. No jeweled rings or rehearsed vows.
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