The aroma of freshly brewed tea filled Seraphine's modest sitting room, mingling with the sweet scent of lavender wafting in from the garden. Sunlight streamed through the open window, casting a warm glow over them as they settled into plush chairs opposite each other. Leorick's heart raced with nervous excitement; he had proposed to her, but now came the challenge of convincing her of the truth he held dear.
Seraphine poured the steaming tea, her brow slightly furrowed as she fixed her gaze on him. "So, you're telling me you've traveled back in time and now want to propose to me properly?"