If a knight won't slay his own dragons and make a romantic proposal, he doesn't believe he's marrying a real lady.
I needed to know that he wanted to stay with me, that I was worth the asking, worth the traditional wedding proposal. That was important. It wasn't about the ring or the roses, though both were beautiful, it was about seeing that I was the one he'd risk his pride for. Then I could say yes, not before. I suppose it's a right of passage of sorts for us both. He needed the courage to ask. I needed to patience to wait.
There is something so sweet in that moment of proposal, the heart fully open and vulnerable, that the eternal bond of the couple is made all the stronger.
The wedding proposal is a moment each of us cast in gold into our memories. Time stood still, breath held, until that soulful yes and the joy that blossomed every year onwards.