The End. (farewell snippit for the muse Dusk of Ollacile)
"Sir Solaire? What weighs on your mind so heavily?" Dusk asked teasingly. The knight was often in thought. Surely this time was no-
"Dusk, I am giving up on my quest."
The world seemed to freeze a moment for Dusk. Solaire? Giving up? What kind of mad world was this? Did a grey mage get to him?
"Well, can you at least tell me why?" Dusk folded her fingers together, and looks down at them. "I think I should know."
"I found something more precious." Solaire informed her. Then he fell one a knee before the princess of Ollacile, and put his helm under his arm. "Dusk, I am a lowly undead. I have not lands or money or anything resembling something that would be worthy of you. But, I feel I must ask, will you be mine?" He presents a ring. A ring of favor and protection, with a gem inlaid.
Dusk freezes up again. She deduced had to be dreaming. She pinched herself, and what that did nothing, she pinched herself harder. It hurt, but other than that, nothing happened. Which means that she wasn't dreaming!... oh wait, she wasn't dreaming.
"Solaire, surely you can find someone more fitting to you?" She tries to ward him away, knowing deep down how futile the effort was. "I'm merely a silly old woman with a bunch of mushrooms and silly spells."
Solaire remains silent, for a minute. "Princess, you have already tried to convince me otherwise, I will have none of it."
Dusk sighed dramatically. "Well, then, I suppose there's no use in trying. Very well then, I shall fol-"
That was all she got out before a pair of arms wrapped around her.
"Thank you." Solaire whispered, gratitude plain.
Dusk chuckled and wrapped her arms around him in turn. What more needed to be said?
And who knows? Maybe they did live happily ever after.
