Chapter 6 : The Proposal

Mason patted my back and handed me a cup of water to drink. I took the cup and drank the water, still coughing, tears in my eyes as I looked at him and said, "w-what?"

I don't know why I'm even surprised. The rogues have been calling me the king's woman or Lady with respect. I should have known and expected that he'd make it official and ask me to be his at some point. I was flattered and honoured that he'd want someone as weak as me by his side but I felt nothing for him. Not in that manner. He was a kind man, a warrior who led his people with love and discipline when needed and he had saved my life. That was all. Nothing else.

As Mason rubbed the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed about having to repeat himself, I silently prayed to the goddess what he said wasn't really what I heard. I must be dreaming. There was no way he asked me that, right? I wouldn't have to refuse the rogue king and possibly end up dead or hated or something, right?

"Be mine, Lyra."

Suddenly I lost my