Dagger had been about two seconds away from getting irritated with him over the whole thing. That is, until he dropped to one knee. At that point, her heart leapt into her throat, and she thought she might have stopped breathing. All she could do for the longest time was stare down at him in disbelief. 'Marry me, Dagger.' -- it didn't come anywhere near close to the proposal that Vayne had made; simple, to the point. Familiar.

"...Is that what you really want?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper, but so full of hope.