"Would you like me to propose again, Princess Soleia?" Ralph asked. "I would, you know. Ten times, a hundred, hell, even until you possibly agree to make me the happiest man alive and marry me."
"Do you know what you are saying?" Soleia said. There was no one in the room other than the two of them, but her voice was no higher than a murmur. It was hushed, hiding the scandalizing topic as much as she could. "My wedding is to happen soon. I am married to your best friend and commanding officer―"
"We can run away to a different kingdom," Ralph suggested. "I can quit my post as the lieutenant general. I don't have to stay here in Vramid. We can move to somewhere warm, somewhere greener―"