The Assassin and His Queen

"I see the way you look at those stars," the voice said, cutting through the silence. "You watch them as if you depend on them. " He came to stand next to me and watched my eyes as they seemed to count them all. Observing, adoringly.

"You look at those stars like they are your life. But those stars reflect off your eyes and make them glow like undiscovered fantasies." He paused, looking down, then came around to stand in front of me. Seconds after he did, my eyes met with him as he got on one knee.

"Angelisia, I know I may not be the man your father will never accept as a King suitable for that throne next to yours. I know I may not be the one that seems to want to sit there and hold your hand and watch that Final Execution take place before your feet. But darling, there's no guarantee that the rest of eternity will have anyone better sitting on that throne, ruling, conquering. So let me be there, holding your hand and ruling beside you."

He then pulled out a small square grey box. And as it opened, there was a single gold ring adorned with diamond, ruby, and sapphire stones that glittered gloriously under the moonlight.

"Marry me, Angelisia. And help me make the stars worship us."