Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon.
A/N: Just sort of thought this up at one in the morning when I couldn't sleep.
His slender, pale hands run up the gold posts. My gods, this place is beautiful. The room is golden. The chandelier, oh the chandelier, is absolutely stunning. Diamonds and crystals radiating their splendor and loveliness in the sparkling candlelight. People conversing, laughing, flirting, making merriment light up the room with their smiles. Wine glasses clink and champagne sloshes as people toast to what he does not know. He barely pays attention to his surroundings, however. Hell, he doesn't even notice he is wearing a black tuxedo (much different than his usual black rebel attire) that turns all the ladies heads.
But he does not care about these noble women who gaze upon him. He has eyes for only one creature in the hall.
She wears a short sparkling gown. Red like shimmering wine. Gods, how it highlights her ebony skin and curves so beautifully. He can almost smell the aroma of flowers from her being. It calls to him like music calls to a musician. Her heart-stopping black hair is up in an intricate bun and sprinkled with dazzling diamonds. And that is what she always does to him-dazzles.
He nervously fingers the jewelry in his sleek coat pocket he is giving her tonight. She sees him now, and gracefully walks to his side. She is so elegant, it is more like dancing than walking. She embraces him and the smell of rosewater reaches his nose. Finally. He inhales the scent, imprinting it into his memory. He unwillingly detaches himself from her loving grasp and takes her hands.
"Where are we going?" she asks playfully. Her voice is so melodious. All he hears is silver bells ringing.
He takes her to the courtyard. He briefly worries that she will shiver with it being chilly out. She doesn't seem to mind. "I have something for you," he whispers.
"Oh?" she asks, curious.
A ghost of a smile plays on his lips-something only she can do to him. He pulls out a large jewelry box from within his tuxedo. It is a beautiful velvet blue. The night sky with the crystal clear stars and the bright, full moon cast light upon his gift as she gently opens the case. What was inside simply…takes her breath away.
A thin silver chain lays inside. It has roses embroidered in it, the centers glittering rubies that match her wine-red dress perfectly. Sapphire leaves sprout from the rubies. Many would wonder why the leaves are sapphire and not emerald, but she knows.
The blue matches his eyes identically. The most exotic, beautiful eyes she has ever seen.
The silver shimmers as if in approval of the face they see in front of them.
"You like it?" he asks her anxiously, unable to hide his nervousness.
She gives him a gentle kiss. "I love it. Will you help me put it on?"
He smiles broadly-the most rare and wonderful thing in the universe. He places the necklace on her thin neck. The light silver contrasts with her ebony skin perfectly. "Beautiful," he murmurs.
She turns around and hugs him tightly. "Thank-You," she whispers.
"You're welcome," he returns. "It looks amazing on you. My mother would probably have cried right now, knowing I finally found someone to give her necklace too."
Her breath is stolen by his statement. "You mean that?" she asks emotionally.
"Of course. No one should have it other than you."
They pull away and stare deeply into each others' eyes.
"I love you, Murtagh."
"I love you, too, Nasuada."
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