Lucky Numbers and Benefits That Aren't Benefits

When Abidis suddenly came to her senses, she found herself sitting sideways in Roderick's arms, both hands tightly wrapped around his neck, while Roderick seemed to have been staring at her chest the entire time.

She was not wearing the Scarlet Crusade armor she usually wore today. With no battles taking place in the castle at Tyr's Hand, she preferred light dresses.

Lying sideways in his arms exposed a large expanse of milky-white skin at her chest, and she had thought Roderick was looking at the necklace.

Embarrassed, Abidis covered Roderick's eyes with one hand. How could he casually look at a girl's body like that? Besides, he had not yet answered her request.

"Brigitte Abidis. I, Roderick Northumberland, ask to take you as my wife."

"You will be my companion and beloved for the rest of my life."

"I will treasure our friendship. I will love you, now, in the future, and forever."

"I will trust you and respect you."

"I will laugh with you and cry with you."

"Whether the future is good or bad, difficult or peaceful, I will face it with you."

"Whatever dangers await us, I will offer you my hand to hold tightly, and I will entrust a part of my life to you."

"Miss Abidis, will you marry me?"

The courtship lines Astartes had prepared in advance clearly far exceeded what a lady of Azeroth could bear.

Abidis, in his arms, did not react for a long while. Her entire body trembled as she slowly nodded and softly said, "I do, Roderick."

After thinking for a moment, urged on by another voice in his mind, Roderick leaned down and kissed her lips. Abidis's body writhed fiercely for a moment before finally settling down.

The faint fragrance of tea still lingered on her lips,