Helius

"Thank you so much, Prince Helius. And I too am sorry about the loss of your mother.” her words slipped out, intoxicating him. Her breath with every syllable caused him to fall harder and harder every time she spoke. Somehow, Helius knew that Wisteria would be his forever. He could only pray that she felt the same way as him. Though hearing her words, he could tell that she did. "I haven't met Prince Demius, it seems he's who my sister was paired with from Amberbjorne. I have however met Prince Phobus, and what you're saying honestly makes a lot of sense. Prince Phobus is kind of a creep, and a little intimidating. He spoke foul of his mother, of the arrangements, and got angry when I said I didn't put up a fight about the arranged marriage idea. I told him I'd rather choose peace than be in the spotlight of Vampire Queen Lucayas bloodlust for disagreeing with the decision of the crown. Even King Nibris is frightening . . .” Had Phobus creepy this wonderful girl out? A flash of anger burned through his system, causing the fur on the back of his neck to spike up. Had he touched her? Hurt her in any way? Any man that spoke ill of his own mother was a bad man. A monster. It was true that Wisteria came from a pack that tended to feed on others, blood-thirsty brutes. But he would accept her family as his own. If he was going to be with her for eternity, raise any pups together, then he would gladly shelter her.

A moment of clarity hither when she pressed into him, muzzle to neck. He could feel his heart rate settling, the anger dispersing as she touched him. Calming him. "I believe I've quite clearly made my decision, if you've made yours - And based on your words I feel as if I'm correct stating you have.” his head turned towards her, eyes widening in excitement over his future bride. "I'd like to remain here, with you, Prince Helius. If you'll have me that is.” his banner quickly raised, moving back an forth in excitement. Her small chuckle gave him a breath of life. "I bet Hawthorne would want to throw a big royal wedding at the idea of it, just to give you a fair warning. My father would probably get along very well with yours though." His lady spoke the words so easily, and Helius felt himself lighting up.

”Oh my dear Wisteria. I would love it if you were to remain here with me. Please.. Please stay with me. I don’t mean to sound like I’m begging, but I’d love it. I’ve certainly made my decision. I made it the moment I met you.” Helius grinned, pressing against her once more. ”I have no doubt that Hawthorne would throw a royal wedding over this. I’d be all for it, if I’m being honest.” he let out his own chuckle, gazing at his darling bride. ”I promise, to protect you. To keep you safe from all forms of harm. Of course, I’ll have more vows once that royal wedding is set, but I cannot wait for that day to arrive. But for now.. I would love to stay here, gazing at the flowers in our spot, spending my time with you. Before all the hectic wedding planning commences.” he murmured, wrapping his tail behind her, attempting to get closer if that were even possible.

”The question must be asked, love..” he murmured into her ear, her face still nuzzled into his neck. ”For all formalities, of course. Though we’ve made our decision.” another soft laugh left his maw. Excitement flashed through his entire being, heart racing as he realized his future was now set in stone with this beautiful girl. ”Will you, my dear Wisteria, do me the honor of becoming my wife, becoming a member of Dawnshire, and rule beside me? Will you marry me, my dear?” he pulled himself a bit away, golden browns searching for her soft roses. The Prince knew her answer already, but he was still nervous. Was this all a dream? Could this go away in a snap? No. It couldn’t. Wisteria was his now. If that Prince Phobus so much as steps in a foot of his love, the man would have hell to pay. Shaking himself of those thoughts, focusing on the moment, he gazed at his darling, awaiting her answer.

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