Snow
It wasn't going to be much of a proposal. It was winter and they were nestled in the couch. Arella watched the snow fall outside their window. Slade watched Arella. They suited each other. Both quiet. Reserved. Self-disciplined. But it was more than that.
"I love you."
She turned her head, brushed her lips against his cheek. The kiss accompanied her words. Arella seemed happy. Content. Her body rested easily against his.
"Will you marry me?"
He reached into his pocket. Held up the ring. A blood diamond. She didn't need to know. Arella smiled. Slid the ring on.
"Yes."