Editing Eternity (Warhammer High) (section)

=== The Proposal ===


It was funny, really, how the question hadn’t felt sudden at all.

They were sitting at the counter of the apartment they shared at Kouthry.  Jake had had the first shift rotation at the labs in the biomedical sciences building, so for once they had risen together.  The smell of the tea Venus was drinking drifted into the air, filling the room with a fragrant steam.

Jake looked up from the slate he had been reading, a thought drifting into his mind.  “Venus…I just thought of a question,” he said.

“A dangerous pastime,” she remarked.

“Why haven’t we gotten married yet?” he asked.

Venus looked up at him, her eyes widening.  “I…we’ve been busy, you know.”

“Yeah.  Yeah, we have…but the school year ends in one week,” Jake reminded her.  “This summer, we could just pick a date.”

“I guess…we did talk about it, didn’t we?” Venus asked.  She set her teacup down and cradled it in her hands.  “Wow.”

“I know.”  Jake leaned over the tiny breakfast table and squeezed one of her hands.  “So…will you marry me?” he asked.

Venus looked up at him and smiled.  “Of course.”

Jake brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, resting it against his lips.  “Then…let’s,” he said.

Venus stood, letting her hand fall away.  “So…do you want to be Prince of Nocturne?” she asked formally.

“I do,” Jake said, feeling a thrill of excitement race through him. It was finally happening.  He stood too.  “What next?”

His new fiancé wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close.  “Now, baby, we go make some very complex vox calls home,” she said happily.  “And then we go see how long we can go before we tell everyone in your lab,” she added with a smirk.

“Do I get to learn Nocturnean?” Jake asked.

Venus grinned.  “Dad will insist.”

Jake shook his head.  “I bet.”  He grinned broadly, the tension his stomach fading to a thrill.  “Thank you, my love,” he said quietly.

Venus rested her head on his shoulder and squeezed him around the middle.  “Thank you, too,” she said in the same tone.  She let her eyes slip shut.  “You were right.  This was the right time.”