"Where on earth are you taking me?" She laughed as she felt the gentle plodding of the horse. No matter how hard she tried she could not distinguish anything beneath the blindfold. Perhaps he had enchanted it.

"Just a little further now," he whispered, the glee audible in his voice. What on earth was he doing? She smiled as she felt her steed gently stumble to a stop.

"Now, do I get to look?"

"Not yet," he said, and she felt his warm rough hands grasped her waist as he lifted her down. Then she felt a gentle tug on the tie of her dress.

"Mordred!" She said, half rebuking, and half amused, "if I'd known you meant to besmirch my honor—" then she heard a soft, soothing sound that interrupted her. A bubbling sound that she recognized all too well. "You didn't—!"

"Yes," he said with seductive self-satisfaction, "I certainly did."

He then, very slowly slipped the rest of the tie from around her overcoat, taking it off as gently as though it were a cloak. Then, running his fingers over her slight shoulders, he slid the straps down and helped her step out of it, and then after that out of the chamois. She felt him kiss her bare shoulder, then her neck, and then her forehead, sensing him looking down at her in the adoring way, he always did.

"What?" she said, her voice slightly more wistful and breathless then she meant it to be.

"You're beautiful."

Then without warning, she heard him laugh. Picking her up totally in his arms, he carried her into the warm water that she knew would come. After a lot of laughing and giggling, He gently took the blindfold from her, and she looked around, utterly awestruck at what she saw.

Flowers, millions and millions of flowers were coating the white snow like a blanket. Although… she did not feel the least bit cold. There were torches around the natural Hot Spring they were in, flames, glowing different shades of the rainbow as they mesmerized her.

"Mordred. I—" she stopped for as awkward as it was, in chain mail and all. He knelt down before her, holding her hand as he had done so many times before on special occasions.

"Morgana Pendragon," he said with the utmost gravity," I brought you here, because this was the first place. The first place We truly connected. The first place in which we realized that we could trust each other with anything. That the other was no longer alone." He paused, his blue eyes looking up into her green ones, tears now forming in them." It was at this place, that I made myself vulnerable for once in my life, and thankfully, it panned out for me." He smiled, taking his fingertips and caressing the line of her chest. "It was then," he said ," that you bared yourself to me too. And although I know it was hard for you to this day I consider it my greatest gift." Morgana could feel the tears in her eyes now, and the beautiful excitement in her heart as she knew what was coming. Mordred carefully pulled out a chain from his neckerchief, a single golden ring hanging upon it. Morgana bit her lip to stop the sobs, however joyful.

"As you know," he said, "this belonged to my mother, Elizabeth. She always wanted me to give it to the girl I loved, the girl I would spend the rest of my life with ." He detached the ring, and gently holding her right hand, not tearing his eyes away from her, shook as he put it on her finger. "Morgana Pendragon," he said, his voice quivering with emotion, "will you… Grant me the joy of becoming my wife. To stay with me forever and—"

Mordred had to stop short for Morgana, who was now sobbing, had thrown herself upon him in a passionate kiss. Her lips, roved over his joyfully, and parted just long enough for her to look into his eyes. "Yes! Yes I will. I will!" She laughed, and they kissed again as he held her body against the cold chain mail of his. He put her down and looked into her eyes, and they both grinned uncontrollably, Mordred's hand cupping the right side of her face.

"You have no idea how happy you have made me," he said laughing, tears still in his eyes.

"And you will have no idea how wonderful you make life for me!" She pressed her forehand against his, and they kissed tenderly, a beautiful moment of silence between them, then suddenly Morgana looked down, noticing something that needed to be remedied.

"So, my betrothed," she said coyly, "how on earth are you going to get that chain mail off all by yourself?"

Mordred laughed heartily, and the couple resumed kissing, lost in the world and their good fortune.