A/N: Hey, guys! I'm sorry it took so long to post this. I've been pretty busy with my homework, but I finally got time over Thanksgiving break to write this. Happy belated Thanksgiving to all of my followers that celebrate it, by the way!

I hope you enjoy!


Two nights later, Amy was sitting on her bed, staring out of the window at the land outside.

The sky was an all-encompassing black, as usual, although she couldn't help but feel that the night gave an... eerie feeling this time.

"What could this be?" She thought grimly as a stray breeze gently rustled her hair. "What could be happening? Are these..."

She could see, out of the corner of her eye, the familiar flash of light that accompanied the Ultimate Lifeform in his travel, and when she turned around, she was met with a sullen-faced Shadow.

"Shadow...?" Her voice was quieter than she'd expected, and she anxiously drew the curtains and stood.

His frown seemed... saddened, somehow.

"Miss Rose..." he shook his head slowly.


Scourge paced up and down in his personal chambers, the candlelight flickering across his face with shadows of worry.

What was he to do?

Ever since Miles had talked to him two days earlier, he'd been unable to get the thoughts out of his mind. They drove him mad, keeping him awake for hours on end, making him restless and irritable.

Amy. Amy Rose.

Emi Rose...

He shook his head violently, trying to get her oh-so-familiar face, now twisted in a disgustingly lecherous sneer, out of his mind's eye.

That wouldn't do. Not in a million years.

He sighed harshly, glancing towards the window. It was a lightless twilight, same as usual, although on this night, it seemed... ominous.

"What am I gonna do...?" He asked himself quietly, gritting his teeth in frustration. He harshly rubbed at his eyes, blinking through the sleepiness that suddenly seemed to hit him like a wave.

"I've gotta find someone." The single thought echoed in his brain. "But... who? Who would provide an advantage?"

He yawned, stretching his arms above his head. Right when he felt his back pop, his eyes flew open, a name coming to mind.

"How in the hell did I not think of this earlier?"

"Sire?" Miles stepped in, and the king turned to see him standing by the door with a grim expression.

"Miles?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Ya didn't even bother to knock? I could've been naked, for all you knew."

"Thank goodness you weren't," he muttered under his breath. He cleared his throat and shut the door. "I believe there's something you need to be made aware of."

"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Scourge whined, gesturing towards his bed. "I was just about to go to bed."

"It's urgent." The look in the fox's eyes made him pause.

"Alright," he sighed heavily and sat on his satin bedcovers, folding his arms across his chest. "I'll hear you out. But it better be really important, or I'm making you oversee the prisoners for a week."


A knock at the door startled the rosette from her sleep. Her eyes snapped open in surprise, yet she yawned and asked, "Yes? Who's it?"

"It's Miles, miss Rose." The fox's voice was muffled behind the door, yet she could somehow hear everything he said. "Permission to enter?"

She thought for a moment. She hopped out of bed, tugged the covers up, and brushed out her quills quickly. When she was satisfied, she nodded to herself. "Yeah, you can."

He opened the door and promptly looked down, pink beginning to appear on his cheeks.

"I hadn't thought you would be undressed." He mumbled. "I apologize."

"No, no, it's okay." She held her hands up. "I woke up a little bit earlier, it's fine."

"As I was meaning to tell you," he continued, strategically staring at the wall behind her, "the king requests your presence in the throne room immediately."

"Wha- really?" She blinked in disbelief. "What does he want?"

"I believe that's a question better suited for him." If there wasn't a hint of a smile on his face, she'd have missed the deadpan joke.

She laughed anyway. "I'll be right out, just lemme get dressed first."

Miles shut the door to give her privacy, and she got dressed faster than she thought she ever had in her entire life.

"This probably beats that time Eggman accidentally picked my tent instead of Sonic's," she muttered to herself as she brushed her teeth.

When she was ready, she slipped on some shoes and followed Miles to the throne room. As per usual, he only walked her up to the doors, but this time, he gave her a curt nod and began walking away.

"Are you... not allowed to be in here for this?" She called out uncertainly.

He paused, turning his head to look at her.

"This is a conversation I'm not suited for," he replied. Dare she say it, she could've sworn he winked at her! "I wish you luck."

Without any further explanation, he disappeared down the hall, and she was left dumbfounded.

"Alright, that was... weird." She muttered. She opened one of the doors and peered inside.

"You don't have to act like you're on a spy mission, y'know," the king's casual voice startled her, and she stared right at the throne, where he sat with his legs splayed over the armrest.

"I-I know," she huffed, an embarrassed heat flooding her cheeks. "Just wanted to see if I was intruding or not."

"Believe me, if you were, the guards wouldn't even let you get past the staircase." He scoffed. "You can come in, you know."

She suddenly remembered that she probably looked a little peculiar with only her head visible through the doorway, and she nodded, stepping inside and shutting it behind her.

She walked up to the throne and stood, curiously gazing at the young ruler.

"Sooooo..." she drew out the word, glancing nervously at the guards stationed around the throne. "What did you want?"

Scourge swung his legs over so that he was sitting properly and his expression grew more serious.

"Oh, yeah. That." He cleared his throat. "As you know, Pink, I'm nearly thirty and I'm still a bachelor."

"Yeah?" She rose an eyebrow at the nickname. "Nothing wrong with being single at that age."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, I guess. But that leads to my next point: people expect me to either name an heir or name a successor to the throne."

She nodded. "And?"

"And I guess it's time I actually start doing that." He stood, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he stepped down until he was on the bottom step, staring right into her eyes.

"Do you mean you're gonna...?" She trailed off when he pulled his hands out.

"I like the way you're always one step ahead of me, Amy." He tried his best to smile softly at her, holding out a tiara with a single ruby in it. "D'you wanna... uh, marry me?"

She stared at the crown blankly. Amy has stopped working. Press any key to restart.

They both stood like that for about a minute before he tapped between her eyes, looking mildly concerned.

"Amy?" He asked, peering at her. "You good?"

She blinked, snapping out of it at the sound of his voice.

"Oh, uh yeah, sorry." She laughed nervously. "Kinda got lost in thought."

"So... do you have an answer?" He asked, looking at her with such hopeful eyes she almost felt guilt.

"I-I, uh..." She stumbled over her thoughts - and the words she was speaking.

"Why do I feel as if I'm about to make a life-changing desicion that will be a very bad idea in the long run?" She thought frantically, eyes shifting from the tiara, to Scourge, to the tiara again. "On one hand, it would be pretty sweet to be queen over something..."

"But... on the other," she looked at Scourge again, "Aren't I supposed to kinda hate this guy? I mean, he hates Sonic, and as an extention, the Freedom Fighters... but considering what Shadow told me last night..."

"... nah, maybe I'm just tired." She shook off the thoughts and met his eyes.

"I, uh," she stuttered before sighing frustratedly. "Oh, hell, since I can't voice myself."

She took the tiara from his hands and gently placed it on her head, careful of her hairband.

He paused, an incredulous expression replacing his hope. "Uh..."

She stood, gesturing.

"... is that a yes?" He asked, nearly kicking himself one second later for the stupid question.

"Yeah, it is." She tried to smile at him, the nagging feeling that she was making a huge mistake slowly creeping across her mind.

"Shadow... am I making the stupidest decision of my rather short life?"


A/N: Okay, I had to include the line from RTH in some way. I'm still proud of that line, even years after I posted the chapter.

And there you go! Please tell me what you thought, feel free to speculate on what will happen next, and I'll see you guys later!