“I would never joke about such question, my dear,” she spoke quietly and placed her hands on his cheeks as she teared up slightly, “I do want to marry you, Edward Mordrake. I do.”
“Then we will make arrangements at once, my lovely.” He turned his head to kiss at her hands.
”Would you really want me to become your wife?“ Slowly, she slid her hands down his neck to rest them on his shoulders, gazing up at him with her watery hazel eyes. "You are not joking?”
I'm German too, so I don't use a translator to make Elsa babble in her native language. As it's MY first language too, I'd like to apologize for the silly English mistakes I make.
Doing some language / business studies.
Old soul, bookworm, part time vegetarian, Stevie Nicks freak, always eager to travel.
Sometimes, when I'm really bored, I take icon requests. Don't be shy to ask!
Oh, and, whenever you see this silly cupcake down there, you'll know that the mun's talking, not Elsa.
That's it, I guess. I hope you haven't expected something special here. You're awesome.
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