Ross busied himself restoring his family home Nampara to its former glory. His intentions were to make Elizabeth Mistress of it, and he wanted her to be pleased and proud of their home. Elizabeth rode out to Nampara to meet him.
She dismounted. He rushed to her to kiss her hands.
"My love," he spoke to her.
Elizabeth had let her hair down after her departure from Trenwith, and it blew wildly beautiful in the wind. Her physical unbinding of her hair was symbolic of her new-found freedom from the cage of an arrangement she never truly desired.
When Ross brushed the locks of hair that had blown in front of her face back, he began to see bruising forming upon her cheekbone.
"What's happened? Who did this to you?"
"Nevermind, my darling." She answered, "Let us not distress ourselves, for it was a small price to pay for true happiness and love."
Ross frowned.
"Truth be told, I've...I've nowhere to stay tonight. My mother...she's...well, she's disowned me, to be quite frank..."
"Elizabeth," Ross spoke with pity in his tone. He was regretful of her having been treated such.
Elizabeth looked away veering away from the notion of where she would sleep for a moment.
"Ross, should you not rest? You labour too long and hard. I don't want you to injure yourself. Please, perhaps, I could do something. I should think I could do something to help with the cleaning of the interiors at least."
"No, you shall not be my maid or drudge. You're a lady. You're...my...lady." Ross responded.
Elizabeth smiled, "But, you could use another hand at least, could you not? I believe you underestimate my abilities, Sir. Perhaps, I have hidden talents."
Ross chuckled.
Elizabeth continued, "Or, perhaps I could learn to do some chores at least. Perhaps, you could teach me? I should like to be of use. I could learn quickly, I suspect."
Elizabeth's gentle and genuinely sweet tone enchanted Ross. He took her in his arms suddenly to kiss her.
"Oh..." she breathed. "Mmmm," she softly moaned.
"Oh, we must be married as soon as possible." She spoke aloud her internal thoughts, and Ross's eyes lit up with happiness.
Elizabeth in her jubilation and gratitude for Ross's living cast aside all notions of societal expectations. Scandalous or not, she would be with Ross. They would not be parted again.
"Miss Chenoweth, was that a proposal?" He giggled.
"Not a proper one, Captain Poldark," and she gave him a knowing glance.
"Elizabeth," he made eye contact with her ever so lovingly.
"I cherish you. From the moment I set eyes on you, no one else existed. Do you choose to spend your life with me? Forever?"
"I do. I will." She answered and they happily giggled together, as Ross raised Elizabeth from the ground and twirled her around.