Iona gasped when she saw the ring in his hand. It wasn't there until now, but it appeared right when he dropped to his knee. "Rolfy," she whispered.
"Iona," he said and then went straight to his demonic language. "I can't live without you. I love you too much with all my heart and all my soul. Ever since the day I saw you at the banks of the frozen lake, there's not a day I haven't thought of you or had the courage to live without you. I can't. Will you marry me, my love?" His throat bobbed in anticipation, his pine green eyes staring at her, boring into her soul, his lips parted and his chest heaving heavily.
Iona's hand flew to her mouth in shock. "Rolfy," she whispered. She had never expected a marriage proposal so soon. Was he hurrying things up? She looked in his eyes, and the answer was right there—he loved her to the point of madness.
He slid the ring on her finger and then pressed her hand to his face. "Please answer me, love."
