Never had never imagined for a prince to bend down on his knee in front of the man willingly. Prince Terence held out a huge emerald ring in his hand that was raised in between us as he stared into my eyes with such intensity and passion that I wanted to look away.
"Princess Genevieve," he said in a surprisingly strong voice, " I know that what I am about to do now was something that my first ever supposed to dream of but I want to give you a choice. Will you do me the honour to have you as my wife? Will you marry me?"
I could not control my breathing as I hurt his question again and again in my mind. Will I marry him? Do I want to? Did I not expect this to happen all my life?
