25 Chapter (25): Would you marry me?

Elizabeth was peering at Luna and Lisa who were embroidering Griffin's figure on two white silk kerchiefs. They came to the second living room which was smaller, warmer, and quieter than the other one.

The Living room was noisy because the men gathered to play cards and used to howl most of the time. They needed the plan that Lisa had set for them because Ryan and his father couldn't drive in sulk mode for a long time.

"Should I go among them?" The bored Elizabeth said and yawned.

"Nope! You must finish those gloves of yours!"

Margaret noted.

Elizabeth sat straight and flooded in energy, saying, "Then let's gossip!"

That statement made them laugh.

"Sister, I would rather this hard work to end my sulk with Ryan but never gossip!"

It was hard for Luna to work with the needle especially now that she hardly could use her eyes and only the traces led her to move ahead.

Elizabeth pouted, "come on, Luna! Forget the ethics for tonight and begin it from tomorrow,"

She smirked at Margaret who was biting her lower lip.

"My lords!" Margaret kissed her necklace, then added, "lady Elizabeth, you need to see an ethereal. They might tell you what is good what is not if you haven't opened the holy book at all."

Elizabeth picked the crocheter and rolled the black string over her forefinger. Looking down on her half-made glove.

"Hm, then what should we do? I am done with the left hand and the right one is already finished. My eyes are burning."

She nagged, the night was still young and fresh but she got sleepy by the heavy air around her.

"You are doing something, why not focusing on the glove? You forgot to change the color! Shouldn't have you added that Rose on this one!"

Lisa remarked but Elizabeth shook her head.

"No Rose! I will add a golden tiny dagger on this one!"

Elizabeth said, describing it as if she was talking about her lover that no one ever saw, her eyes glinted on the candles, her hand drawing its figure.

"You didn't describe to me the pattern of your gloves. You used to buy them why did you make one this year?"

Luna asked, even Barbara chuckled at that.

"To be honest, I sought for such gloves in the shopping but I found nothing and when I asked the seller, he told me 'oh, young lady, you have a strange taste.'" She mimicked the man's voice, then continued, "thus, I have decided to make one instead of wasting my time in those useless shop stores."

"Well, how does it sound?"

Luna asked excitedly, she dove the tiny needle into the silk.

"Well, it is a black yarn, I designed the edges of my wrist with a golden one, and on the back of my right glove I knitted a red rose and on the left one, I will attach a golden small dagger. I will add it in the next row, It means 'the rose that embraces the dagger!' I snatched the title from your favorite book."

"I never read that book because I lost it in the forest road. But yes, hearing from Lora persuaded me to go for that book, and then my life changed." She smiled bitterly and got distracted. The needle sat in her forefinger but she ignored the pain, cleaning the blood with her sleeve before someone could see.

"I read it, it was a romance. One of those that you love."

"I know, it is the only romance you like, doesn't it?"

Luna asked, getting back to finish the griffin's neb.

"If the princess wasn't a worrier then I doubt if I could love it."

Elizabeth noted, changing the string, she tied it with the golden one. The crocheter pecked the glove as it carried the golden string inside.

"You are amazing, my lady! No girl in Greenwood thinks like you! Now, they are planning to pick the handsome boys and become wives but you are thinking about battle and daggers."

Margaret sounded too mean but it made Elizabeth grin.

Someone knocked on the door and stole their attention.

"Welcome in,"

Lisa permitted. The door went wide and four men were there.

"Hello, ladies!"

Charles said but they chose the wrong one to greet them. The way he said hello ladies was as if a nerd who was lazy to offer excitement, more careless and bored he seemed.

"How can we help you?" Lisa asked, peeking at Barbra who blushed. She knew what was going on, she blinked at her.

"We are here for negotiations!"

Uncle Miguel said, wearing a grin.

"We hear you!" Luna who finished the kerchief pattern permitted and put it away so tomorrow night she could give it to Ryan.

The men walked inside, Ryan put a hand on Jason's shoulder, grinning at him, it declared that he had come to tease the poor man.

"Here we have a lion that came to confess to the beloved, would you ladies give him a chance?"

Jason blushed, Ryan had said he would make it easy but he made it even harder, the much that he sensed cold sweat running down his forehead.

"Yes, as the eldest! You have my permission."

Due to the traditions, he was supposed to suit his beloved to the girl's mother and as Barbara was an orphan then Margaret took the responsibility.

"Lovely! Son, go ahead!"

Coming such words with a smile tugged to Charles' face was weird and rare that made Ell laugh. Lisa hissed her. But to her it was so funny, she would have died out of laughter if she ever had received such a proposal.

Jason walked ahead and knelt in front of Barbra who now her face was as red as beetroot.

"Barbara," he took a deep breath, gathering his courage, his heart was filled with love and it was what had made it hard for him to speak his heart.

"Since you came to my life, I could get a chance to sense the scent of flowers, the life of grey people turned colorful to me." He finally afforded to look up and opened his fist and a gold ring glowed between his fingers. She was beautiful, kindhearted, and a wise woman so what else he could ask?

"The sun of my life would you marry me?"