"Mia, do you want to marry me?" Andrew asked. Mia was silent. "I'm very eligible, in England, you know. I just need to know--do you want to marry me?"
"Andrew, I--"
"It just seems like you don't. All of these incidents with Lord Devereaux. Do you want to marry me?"
"Andrew, it's what's best for Genovia."
"That is not an answer." Andrew said. For the first time in his life, he was standing up to something.
"I felt attracted to Nicholas, yes." Mia nodded. "But I am attached first and foremost to Genovia."
"To Genovia." Andrew repeated. "Mia, that doesn't matter. Are you attached to me?" He searched her eyes.
"Andrew, do you really think we could make it as a married couple?" Mia asked. "Would we live happily ever after?"
"I do." Andrew nodded. He sat on the stairs and Mia joined him. He placed his arm around her and she realized that she felt safe, protected, and surpisingly, loved. "This began as an engagement of duty. Then I met you. I have loved you from the moment I saw you. When you chased your scarf, you proved you were not a stiff royal who needs servants to do everything for you. You deal generously with the people of Genovia. You will be an amazing Queen, and I truly want to know if you would be willing to have me by your side. If so, I would be there in a heartbeat. I love you, Mia. Is it too late to ask you to marry me?"
"No." Mia said. "It's not too late. I want you to be my husband, and I want to be your wife."
"And what of the marriage law? Do you not want to change that?"
"We could let the next generation deal with that one." she smiled, leaning into him and kissing him shyly on the cheek. He turned to look at her and kissed her ever so gently on her lips, and Mia found herself realizing that she had found her Prince Charming.