I stood by the windowsill, my head resting on my palm. The memories of the day before kept tormenting me.

It was as if this memory wanted to stay. The odd feeling of anxiety swallowed me up, taking over my every thoughts and movements.

What was going to become of us? The School Master and I. I've put all my trust in him, but that trust keeps on breaking and its hard to rebuild.

I can't think straight or eat or do the easiest things because for some reaseon, I feel as if this upcoming war is ripping me apart.

I sighed as cold harms pulled me into a hug. "What are you thinking about, Sophie?" He asked, his spearmint breath hitting me. Chills were sent down my spine, causing me to shiver.

I could just feel him smirk from above me. I shook my head, remembering what we were talking about. "Nothing, just needed fresh air." I lied, not daring to look into his eyes.

"Right...right..." He sniffed my hair, pulling me closer towards him. Syre twisted me, brushing the hair, that had fallen, out of my eye. I smirked and he did the same.

He removed his hands from my hair, caressing my cheek. "Sophie, there is something that I've wanted to tell you for a while now and I think I need to bring that topic up..."

I stared at him, uncertain of where this was going. He breathed out, smirking slightly as he saw me gush. Turning red, I stopped and paid attention.

"What is it?" I questioned, pushing him slightly. I stared into my eyes, grinning wildly. "Sophie...I remember the night we met, when I kidnapped you. I remember how you tried to tackle Agatha and push her away."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "That night...I knew you were the one. I knew that you could get evil enough to love me." I grinned, looking at his cold hands that were squeezing mine.

"I'd never loved anyone in my whole life...until I met you, that is." He chuckled nervously. I looked at him, grinning again. "And I knew," He hid his eyes from my face.

"I knew that together we would be and always will be-" I cut him off, squeezing him harder. "Unstoppable..." He grinned at me, showing his white teeth.

My heart flustered. He let go off my hands, getting on one knee. He pulled out a box from his pocket, cupping it with his palm.

I could feel my heart poundind our of my chest. Closing my eyes, I regained my strength and opened them again. This time, the box was open, revealing a ring with a shining stone.

I stared at the 1.5 carat solotaire held with a golden band. It had great clarity, no flaws to be seen. The stone was green, emerald to be exact.

He looked at me, smirking slightly. "Sophie, will you marry me?" I gaped, not loving for a while. It was magical. It was as if nothing was around us and we were floating in the air.

"S-Sophie?" Syre was still on the ground, fiddling with his hair. I grinned wildly, throwing my arms around him. "Yes! Of course."

Imagine me as queen. People would have to bow down to me and respect me more. I would be the fairest of them all, crushing down anyone who got in my way...not as if I don't do that now.

He chuckled, releasing himself from my grip. He plucked the ring off, slipping it down onto my engagement finger. I sniffled, batting away the tears that were trying to escape.

"I love you so much, you know that right?" He questioned, pulling me up along with him. "I know." I nodded my head. He but his lip, seeming to want more.

"Do you love me, too?" I looked at him, cocking an eyebrow. "Of course I do." I answered, looking at the stone he had just given me.

"You know, when you gave me this ring...I thought that this was the best possession I'd ever own," I stared at him in the eye, blushing. "But then I realised, soon I'd have you."

The School Master chuckled, cupping my chin. He placed a kiss on my lips. I smirked, smelling the scent of spearmint.

I released myself, staring out of the window. "Does this mean we could have a family and stuff?" I asked. Syre cocked an eyebrow. "Probably not."

I let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness. Oh, I do despise kids." Syre let out a grin, nodding in agreement.