There really was no telling how long she'd sat there. She could vaguely hear Ewan puttering away in the kitchen and it was a softly reassuring sound in the background. But the little box, with its two lovely little rings, absorbed her attention to such a degree that she visibly startled when he spoke, her hands closing protectively over the little box and its contents. She'd not been snooping, though she was fully capable of it.
For a long moment she just stared at him, eyes wide and full of a thousand things. It ws so incongruous, him standing in the doorway with a spoon and that expression on his face. She wasn't exactly sure what she planned to say as her mouth open; perhaps something lighthearted, joking that she'd found hidden treasure, or maybe sweet and endearing, or even something about how utterly lovely they were.
What she didn't expect was a quiet, bewildered, "These were for me?" It was her worries talking, the part of her that had such a hard time believing he still wanted her, had wanted her all along, the part of her that felt so guilty for not finding him sooner.
It wasn't as if they hadn't discussed marriage, once upon a time. They had a lot that last year when they'd been together. They'd built so many dream castles and made so many plans. Hell, their parents had talked about it, accepted it as a given. But she hadn't known he'd already bought a ring, or what they looked like, or that he'd kept her heart and dreams safe in a little box all these years.
She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve it, or him, or these rings meant for a girl who had never killed anybody or broken his heart.