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Post by isabella liliana ortega on Feb 26, 2012 0:44:01 GMT -5
 -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- “Even though I will say I wouldn’t mind being locked up in a room with you” she said with a small laugh “And only you think I am precious, maybe Dante does too, but that’s about it”
But of course this whole topic was more of a joke, because she was sure that he would never actually want to lock her up anywhere as he had said. She was sure no one would want to be locked up in a room anywhere, it reminded her of those really old romance novels where the protagonist was always locked away somewhere. She usually avoided those books, because of the whole damsel in distress thing, but they were good to read when you were bored. She preferred other types of books, just because that was her taste. But she was getting distracted, and she looked up at him as he held her close. She had the tendency to never want to move when they were like this, she just felt so safe and happy in his arms that she just didn’t want to move. Obviously they would have to move, because as fun as it might seem, they had to go return to the gala. But she just wanted to stay like this for as long as possible, because she just liked being with him like this. Even when they had been friends, she liked to spend time with him, and that had only increased the more time that passed.
She was still staring at the box, she was still a bit confused as he said that this present couldn’t really wait. She was pretty sure that it probably could have waited, but he was saying otherwise which meant that he obviously thought it was something she needed to have now. He opened the box, and inside was a ring, which could only add to her confusion. The ring itself was beautiful, the stone was her birthstone something she was surprised he remembered, but she was happy that he did remember that small detail. Her gaze left the ring for a second as he spoke; she vaguely recalled what he was talking about. She didn’t follow the gossip blog religiously, she only came across it a few times, but she did kind of remember when they had said that he had given a ring to someone. He looked down at the ring, and she did the same thing, and his words stirred something inside of her, the realization of what was going on. She honestly hadn’t been expecting this, it had actually been the farthest thing from her mind, but she was pretty sure she knew where he was going with this.
She was more focused on his words than she was on the ring, she didn’t want to miss a thing he was saying because there was always a chance that she was jumping to the incorrect conclusion. But there was a part of her mind that was telling her that she probably wasn’t wrong, and she found herself staring at him. His words were so full of sincerity that she knew that he meant everything he was saying and that was what made this whole situation all the more special. She knew he hadn’t been playing games with her, but everything he was saying only cemented her earlier belief. She felt the feeling in her stomach again, the nerves maybe, but of course there was something else too. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to answer, she wanted to say yes and just focus on that because she loved him and she was sure that she wouldn’t love someone like she did him. But she was pretty sure that would cause him problems, but he obviously didn’t really mind that because he was still asking her to marry him. She looked down at him, not really focusing on anything else. Not the sound that was coming from the ballroom, not even the snow that surrounded them, her only focus was him. And of course the fact that she probably had to answer quickly because he was kneeling in snow, and that probably wasn’t too comfortable
“I..” she trailed off, finding her words, “I would love to marry you”
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Post by xavier on Feb 26, 2012 3:53:53 GMT -5
  * * * * * *Xavier didn't know whether to laugh or shake his head at her next comment, but he finally chose the safer road, which was to chuckle gently and lightly press his lips to the top of her head. To be perfectly honest, I don't think it would be safe for you to be alone with me in a room for a longer period of time, so that plan's off, he said in a quiet voice, biting his lip from laughing. It was still partly a joke, but then he knew the limits of his self control and he also knew he would never have been able to resist her if that were the scenario presented to him. She was just too much … everything, for her own good, and he'd been pretty well-behaved so far, something he'd pointed out to Dante during their last conversation. Contrary to his reputation and to popular belief, he was actually being a good boy and behaving properly, and doing everything by the rules. He'd even called her father before making his next move, which was a big step for the both of them, going about as tradition dictated. Honestly, he'd even talked to Dante. So, no, a room with just him and Bella wouldn't work out to the best interests of some, not that he think either of the people involed would mind … but he needed to stop thinking like that or he would definitely be in trouble. More than in trouble.
Besides, there were other things to think about. More important things. Like what she would say currently. This was the one moment he'd never thought he would get to see this soon, and yet here he was, on one knee, looking up at Bella for the first time – and probably the last – in his life, and waited. His heart was eerily calm still, though there was the slight fear of a refusal. He didn't think he'd be able to take it though. There were things to be said about self-control and compassion, but he didn't think he'd be able to stay here for a second more if the answer came out as negative. He saw the way her eyes widened when she saw the ring, and hoped she liked the added touch of her birthstone. He had remembered. He took a note of these details … and he had cleared it with Dante too. Dante, who knew Bella more than anyone else at this moment, more so than her parents even. Xavier could only hope to one day be able to know her as good as that. Their eyes met and held, and he waited, patiently. With the same smile on his face, the serene look that promised her it would all be okay. That everything she knew about him wouldn't change after this. He would still be the same. He would still love her, even more than before, if it was possible. And then, the answer. Xavier didn't know what he felt in that moment, but all he could really do was allow his lips to part in a wide grin, as he took the ring from the box and slowly slipped it on her ring finger, his hands smoothing against her skin before he stood and pulled her to him. To his surprise, he felt tears in his eyes. That was uncharacteristic of him but also something that showed the genuine feelings behind this. It was all real. For once in his life, it was the most real thing ever beside his family. Casanova was taking the plunge. I love you, he told her fervently, te quiero, hermosa. He was slowly learning some Spanish. He always tried to learn some words of the language of his girlfriend. This time though, he really meant it. Because learning the language was learning the culture, and he owed her that. She was going to marry him – she said yes! He laughed quietly, happy beyond belief, pulling her close against him with his arms tight around her waist, lowering his head to kiss her, softly at first, and then more demanding. She had just made him the happiest he'd ever been.
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Post by isabella liliana ortega on Feb 27, 2012 0:12:28 GMT -5
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- “You’re no fun” she replied, “I’m pretty sure that I will be plenty safe with you in a room”
She was pretty sure he wouldn’t actually do anything bad, she had complete trust him in that aspect. They had after all spent a good amount of time in her room alone, and it wasn’t like he had attacked her or anything like that. So she was sure that she would be plenty safe in a room with him. Either way she was sure that it wouldn’t matter anyway because he had been well behaved basically the whole time they had been together. She had appreciated him so much for that reason too. She hadn’t expected anything less from him, but some people did always have a tendency to comment on what they believed a person was like. She pushed the thoughts aside as she looked up at the sky for a second, she was actually a bit surprised at how clear it was right now. She hoped that they wouldn’t be dealing with any major snow when they all started to head back to their respective homes. She knew they would have to be back in Spain before next week, because they would have to start focusing on planning the events for Dante’s birthday. She had already managed to send half of the guest list to her mother, but the hard work would start when they got back to Madrid.
But of course she knew that Dante’s birthday celebration probably wouldn’t be the only thing she would be focusing on now. She really wouldn’t have thought that they would be going through this, that he would want to marry her. She knew that he loved her, but just because he loved her she didn’t necessarily think that he would have to marry her one day. But he had proposed, and now they were engaged. She was actually pretty clam given the circumstances, she would have expected to start crying by now, but she was honestly too happy to even think about crying. But she did see him start to tear up a little, but she didn’t say anything about it because she was just too happy. Happy because even though they really hadn’t been dating that long, she knew that this was the right choice for her. She had understood pretty early on that her relationship with him had been completely different, and that was why she hadn’t even hesitated to accept his proposal. She was beyond happy right now, that she actually didn’t know how she could have been happier. She let out a small laugh when he spoke in Spanish because she had not been expecting that, but he had done a pretty good job of pronouncing that right. She was about to compliment on him actually knowing that when he leaned down to kiss her and she just basically lost her train of thought. Her hands remained on his chest as he kissed her, and she just allowed herself to get lost in the moment because she was still just so happy. She didn’t even really mind that they were outside, just because his jacket was keeping her warm and well just how close they were right now was letting her stay pretty warm too. She didn’t want to be the first one to pull away, but she did need a little bit of air so she pulled back only a little bit.
“I just want you to know, that I love you so much” she said, “And that I’m honored that you want to marry me because I would have never thought that you would want to marry me”
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Post by xavier on Feb 29, 2012 5:14:58 GMT -5
* * * * * * To be honest, his mother would probably pitch and even bigger fit as soon as he returned to Germany, which would be after the Winter Gala, because he had one last doctor's appointment before he could begin his classes again. But this was Xavier's victorious return to the land of the living and to the United States of America. This was what it was like for a Crown Prince, everyone knew your moves or tried to interpret them and foresee them. But no one could have seen this one coming, he was sure, except for his family. After all, he'd told Pirzi about his intentions clearly enough because he had wanted her blessing. And the blessing of all his siblins actually, which meant that Isaak and Luna had also been put into that equation in the end. And fortunately enough, this was one thing they all seemed to have agreed on, they were all supportive of his decision and Pirzi had even gone so far as to be the usually gleefully happy girl that squealed when he'd told her and practically wouldn't stop bugging him until he told her when he would be proposing. It was all happening so fast though. And the people of Germany would have to be told eventually, and he was already thinking about that at the back of his thoughts. A press conference would have to be called to make it official, for which he would need Bella in Germany … this was going to take a lot of planning in the end, but he was sure they could do it.
After all, she'd just made him the happiest man ever. And he was so lucky to be able to call her his, well, almost. They weren't effectively married yet, b Xavier knew it would come eventually. She would graduate from Vineheart first though, and then they would see. He had understood when speaking with Dante that the other would prefer if Bella remained his servant or well PA better still until graduation at least, just to help things out. And since Dante was taking the throne earlier than Xavier, well, he could understand that. Besides, he was still studying at Dartmouth which meant he didn't need to press things or rush them. He would take his time, but knowing she had said yes and that she would walk down an aisle towards him some day did make him extremely happy. Their kiss ended when she pulled away, but he didn't mind. Instead he grinned down at her and lightly nuzzled their noses together. I've wanted to marry you for a while now, he said in a soft voice, wrapping his arms around her but making sure the jacket didn't slip off. He didn't want her to catch a cold or something. And you've made me so happy, Bella. You can't imagine how happy. He smiled and leaned closer again to briefly kiss her lips before simply holding her close to him and enjoying the moment. The ring remained on her finger when Xavier finally decided he had enough of the chill and HE didn't want to catch any cold at all, so he led them back into the hallway and closed the door behind them before allowing her to take the lead back to the ballroom. He took his jacket back from her before they reentered and went in search of Ellie and Ric, and Dante of course, though the Spaniard was apparently nowhere to be seen, as per usual. Still, Xavier couldn't have felt happier. Things were finally falling into place.
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