The Ring


It wasn't going to get any easier if she put it off. Maybe it would be easier if she just barrelled in and did it really quickly? She went out onto the back step and saw Y'roden in the distance. He seemed to be staring at his feet.
It was just misting now, and Ghet had left her feet bare, so the mud didn't matter. She walked out to him, the dress Galain had chosen swirling around her bar legs. She was trying to stop her face from showing how nervous she was, and failing miserably.
Speed was of the essence. "Y'roden, honey? I'm going to say some stuff, and I want you to not talk for a while, okay? What the heck happened to your boots? Wait, let me start again." She took his hand and wished she could ease the wary look in his eyes. "Galain's asked me to marry him properly, and I've said yes. It's something I want to do, though I never thought... I do love you, Rodi, I do. I don't want to hurt you. Maybe it would be easier for you if I let you go, but I can't do that. I also can't ever marry you. Even if it weren't for Galain, I couldn't marry you. You need a wife who can be your queen, and we both know that's not me. But don't think I've never thought about it."
With her free hand she reached into her pocket and took out the ring. "I can't marry you. But I would be honoured if you could find it in your heart to wear this, for me."
So here they both were, in a light sprinkle of rain, standing in the middle of a muddy yard. Y'roden's boots were smoking, his hair was plastered around his face and he was soaked through... and there was Ghet. As he had watched her approach a smile had quirked his lips, thinking she was a lovely sight in the rain, even down to her dainty bare feet that were now covered in mud. The smile had faded quickly with her announcement, but flickered back into life again even before she reached into her pocket.
"Well," he said softly, "Its not like I wasn't expecting it to happen eventually." Squeezing her hand he stepped in a little closer to her, kissing her forehead. "Ghet, I would do anything to make you happy, I hope you know that by now. Hell, I'd even walk you down the isle myself and put your hand in his, just as long as I knew you would still keep coming back to me afterwards." The half-elf gazed down into those denim blue eyes he had come to know so well over the centuries, "I love you Ghet, and nothing would make me happier then wearing your ring."