Proposal

"Layn?" Irea asked, watching how the archmage faltered, only for his head and the entire upper body to sway forward. Then, without a word of warning, the man appeared to lose his consciousness, falling forward without any control. "LAYN!" Irea screamed out in worry as she caught the man's body. 

'Just what the hell was that?' she asked herself, staring down at the golden bracelet that Layn still held in his hand. 'Did he just propose?' she thought, unable to wrap her head around what just transpired.

"Layn, are you okay?" Unable to solve the confusion on her own, Irea attempted to gently shake her man awake. Yet, from how steady his breath was, it was clear that the archmage had already fallen asleep.