Anne was always beautiful. When she was done up completely and when she was groggily waking up in the morning, she was always a vision.

It was still more than stunning to see her now, glittering in the moonlight like the sea itself before him. It absolutely stopped his heart a few seconds just to see her.

"I..."

It takes a moment to get his breath properly. It also takes a moment to kneel, a shooting pain briefly distracting him from the shallow wound he'd sustained on his side getting to her.

"...I've come to take you as my bride, my Lady."

He knew, of course, that she would accept, but it didn't stop him from having to bite back nerves.