Umbreon: Princess Camilla! I need to speak with you! Espeon: Why hello, Prince Takumi. You seem unusually frantic today. Umbreon: Y-yes, well. I have good reason to be nervous. Espeon: Hmhmhm. Whatever it is, you needn't be anxious around me. Umbreon: Normally, no, but in this case... Espeon: What is it you so urgently need to discuss? If it's something I can help with... Umbreon: OK...OK, I'll just come out with it. Princess Camilla...you have a lot of suitors, I take it. Espeon: Hmhm...and why would you assume that? Umbreon: W-well, there aren't many women as warm and beautiful as you in this world. Espeon: You flatter me, Prince Takumi. Umbreon: I mean it, though! That really is how I think of you. Espeon: Oh...? Umbreon: So...with all those suitors...surely there is already one you're committed to, right? Espeon: Not at the moment. The war has precluded such things, alas. Umbreon: OK...that's a small comfort, then. Espeon: Why do you ask? Umbreon: Because of this... Espeon: ...Is that a ring? Umbreon: Yes. I had it made specially for you. Princess Camilla. Will you marry me? Espeon: Hmm. Umbreon: I know you still see me as cute, or childish, or as a fun plaything. But I have more to offer than that! Give me the chance to prove it to you! Espeon: Hmmmmmmm... That was shockingly mature, for you. I've never known you to be so solemn and direct. Umbreon: Princess Camilla, I... Espeon: I accept your proposal. Perhaps I flatter myself, but I suspect it's my care which has helped you along. In which case, staying by your side for years to come will only improve you further. Umbreon: N-not exactly the response I was hoping for...but I'll take it. Here's to our life together!
