"You...you're willing to marry me??"
Madeline's eyes had grown wider in astonishment. She already assumed she'd have to give a proper reason as to her motives for wanting to marry a man like him, considering the rules that would oppose their marriage, but now that he's accepted her proposal without putting more questions forth her way, Madeline felt the need to be cautious.
Looking at him up close in the lit up carriage, she noticed the dark tiny mole that was beneath his left eye. It rested there, looking like a beauty mechanism that allured her interest..
She was thrown off guard when the young lad suddenly winked at her.
"Lord Cassian, what are you saying??" The Coachman's panicked voice snapped Madeline out of her dazed situation, and her eyes were now fixed on Amadeus.
The old man was currently at the verge of grabbing the young man's collar, shaking him as much as he could till his senses returned from wherever he left them.
"Are you listening to me?"
