"Then please... stay with me—as my wife."
Avilyn smiled ear to ear. She was already escorted out of the quarters by the king himself and flew with her going to her own tree house. She was lying on her own bed, blankly staring at the ceiling as the words of the king continued to echo in her mind.
"Then please... stay with me—as my wife."
Avilyn giggled, rolling side to side on her bed as she kicked her legs alternately. She then stopped by lying on her back, her forearm resting on her forehead.
"I can't believe it..." she mumbled to herself, biting her bottom lip. "He asked me to be his wife!"
Avilyn's thoughts then raced. As she remembered the fact that being asked to be his wife would mean that it will be kept a secret and that the wife will no longer go out to the public, she wondered if she will be happy doing so.