by Laura Wolf
"My wedding planning awaits," she said morosely.
"Please consider coming with me," he pulled her hand towards him and kissed her knuckle. "I would even marry you, if it was what you wanted."
"Not a proposal to write home about," she raised an amused eyebrow at him.
"Scarlet," the raw honesty in his voice made her still. "I do love you. I wouldn't bind you and take your freedom like your Huntsman... But the choice is yours. If you would come to Elphyme with me, I'll be here until midnight."
"I can't just-"
"Just consider it," he pleaded, and brushed the skin on the back of her hand with his lips again before fading into the trees behind him.
"I will," she promised, before turning to meet the farm boy who was racing up the slope to fetch her.
To Be Continued...