Lady Lyrian stood frozen in the hallway, her eyes fixed on Prince Erian's retreating back as he walked out of her father's office. Her mind was a whirlwind of questions and emotions, her heart still racing from the shock of his sudden proposal.
"Prince Erian?" she muttered in shock, her voice barely audible. His smirk was evident to see, and she couldn't help but wonder why he was here, at their house, at this hour.
Looking at her father, she saw that he was trying hard to ignore her look of shock. "Prince Erian, this is not the time and place. You can't make such jokes about my daughter," Lord Ryker spoke, his voice firm but with a hint of unease.
But Prince Erian was confident as he stood beside Lord Ryker, smirking. "I am not joking," he laughed. "It would be an honor to ask for Lady Lyrian's hand in marriage right here, right now."