YOU CAN DO IT LANCE! (merry christmas!)
*Lancelot takes a deep breath, fumbling with their clothes and the ring in his pocket. Walking towards Arthur's quarters.*
Lance: Yes. Yes I can, I just- goodness me why is this so difficult? It's Arthur for the love of Gaia-!
*Arthur pokes his head out of the door, inviting Lancelot inside.*
Arthur: Lance? Did you say my name?
Lance: Bugger- Uhm, yes! Well not like that but..
Arthur: Geez, are you alright? It's freezing, but you're sweating like its a heatwave. Are you getting sick? I told you that you should put on more layers for patrols!
Lance: Arthur. I am not sick, I'm just.. nervous.
Arthur: Nervous? About what?
Lance: It has come to my attention in recent times that Vigmund, is a priest. And as he is close with me, via Galahad's relationship with Dante.. he has offered to officiate us. Therefore...
*Lancelot takes herself to one knee, pulling out the golden ring. It housed a beautiful emerald, sans the chaos this time around. The shade had reminded Lancelot of Arthur's eyes.*
Would you, Arthur, wish to make me the happiest knight in the world. Let me finally be by your side, as your betrothed.
*Tears formed in Arthur's eyes, years of bottled up feeling exploding out. War was over, this was all they wanted but could never have. And it was here.*
Arthur: What a- *sniff* stupid question. Of- of course you big beautiful idiot.
*The two share an embrace, and some tears, as they both feel a large weight lift from their shoulders.*
