There was something very regal and poised about Elice. She supposed it had to do with the fact she was royalty. But even setting that aside, there was an undeniably something very alluring about her. Perhaps it was the way her hair fell perfectly or the way her eyes shined when she smiled or the gentle kindness she displayed. Athena couldn't tell what it was but she couldn't deny that Elice was beautiful and every way.
Some nights she wondered how she'd won her heart. How had she managed to make such a beautiful and amazing woman fall for her, a foreigner whose main asset was battle prowess? She was hardly beautiful in the way Elice was. She had an accent, spoke strangely (as Cecil had rudely commented), and had to put far more effort into looking presentable than Elice ever needed to.
It simply astounded her that she was the one Elice was in love with. That she was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, despite the protests of her people. She certainly wasn't complaining, she'd be a fool to, but she still couldn't wrap her head around it.
"You look deep in thought." Elice said softly and Athena looked at her.
"We were wondering something," Athena began, voice soft. "You could have married anyone, why me?" Elice smiled at her, fondness sparkling in her eyes.
"You're the most beautiful and kind woman I've ever met, isn't that enough?" She paused. Beautiful and kind? Elice truly viewed her as such.
A smile formed. She was the luckiest woman alive. "Yes," She whispered. "Thank you, my love."