It wasn't an expected thing, this proposal with the lovely ring and delicate little box that spoke to her heart, but it seemed entirely natural. The ring fit without issue, sliding onto her ring finger and warming on the heat of her skin. She took only a moment to look at the way it sparkled on her hand and admire, in both a fey and womanly way, the sheer size of the stone he'd given her. Then, she was turning to him, settling herself in his lap so they were nice and close, just the way she liked, and kissing over the skin of his face and neck and shoulders, her arms wrapped tightly around him.
"You are the most beautiful, wonderful thing I've ever known," she told him, tucking her face against his neck and squeezing him in a hug. She'd never could've imagined a man like him, or a proposal like this one. It was strange to think she'd lived a hundred lifetimes without ever imagining something like this could exist, and then suddenly it was in front of her. Iona was occasionally silly and often reckless, but she couldn't imagine not clinging on to something like this with both hands.
"You're perfect," she murmured against his ear, kissing the shell of his ear before trailing her lips along the line of his jaw to his mouth. "I'm inclined to start in with my wifely duties right away, if you aren't opposed."