"You are." She answered far too quickly. There were no visions of her happiness that didn't include him alongside her. Melody knew from experience how miserable life was with him vanished from it. "Haven't you been listening? All I wanted was you. Not wealth or prestige. Not even my bloody books. You. And yes, that might make me delusional and naive, but it's what I want. You, or at least my memory of you, make me happy." She was facing him now, her knees brushing against his side.

Melody couldn't think of what she would do if he still denied her now. She didn't dare hope for a different outcome, but she had to know. The past two years of her life were riddled with questions and uncertainty. Melody couldn't spend the rest of her life wondering what would've happened if she had just put her pride on the line. "Would you marry me if our lives were different? If we were of similar stations... if it was a possibility, would you?" There was a small part of her that didn't want him to answer. If he said no... well Melody would've been proven to be the naive fool all along.

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