He hit his head with the heel of his palm, leaning mostly off the bed and rummaging in one of his drawers. "I was planning on doing this all proper, with a nice dinner and everything." He pulled himself back onto the bed and opened a little box he had in his hand. "Nimue, will you marry me? We can still do the nice dinner."
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