It's true! He did! He did propose!
I said yes, of course, and soon it won't be scandalous that we're sharing a bed. Helia couldn't be prouder, and even Geoffrey came home to celebrate. She says she hasn't been this happy since before the incident. I hope I can help this family move on.
I feel like I'm floating on a cloud. Everything is wonderful. I can't believe that less than a year ago I was wishing for death. I can't believe I didn't see all this world had to offer, and all I could offer it. I can do so much good here with my cleric training and Amer makes me so happy. This is truly a start of a new life. A life outside of the cloister, outside of the sequestered little village I used to call home. This is a life I can be proud of.
After much deliberation, it's been decided that we'll get married in June. The sun will make sure the day is long and festive and it should allow enough time for the importing of the special arrangements for the wedding. Amer won't tell me exactly what they are, but it seems to be a family tradition. He tells me it's some food, some flowers, mostly just adornments from his homeland. Apparently Geoffrey and Helia were the first ones in many generations to settle outside the city and Amer still remembers it fondly. It should be a beautiful day.
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