It's been a few weeks now that I've been thinking about proposing to Leora. The idea has been swirling around in my mind, but there never seems to be the right time. Every moment I consider feels too ordinary, too fleeting. I want this to be perfect for her.
The Demon Festival ends tonight with a grand display of fireworks, and I know this is my chance. The festival, with all its excitement and joy, has felt like the perfect prelude to the moment I want to share with Leora.
I sit at the edge of our castle bed, running my fingers over the soft fabric of the duvet. The sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. My heart pounds with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
The diamond ring I've chosen for Leora lies nestled in its velvet box on the bedside table. I've spent countless hours selecting the perfect ring, one that would reflect not just my love but the beauty and strength of Leora herself.
