“Marry me,” he breathed, eyes open and void of any teasing as they regarded her. “Be my wife. I want to call you my wife, Elara. I want to throw you the wedding you deserve. I know it’s trivial. I know that our soul-tie is more than that. That we’re bound far deeper than just in ceremony. But the mortal part of me, the part that fell in love first, needs you in every sense, and what I need is to call you my wife.”
