imagine: in the heat of battle, edmund proposes to you.

"(y/n)!" edmund calls out, and it's a miracle that you can hear him over the noise of battle.
"edmund!" you cry, slashing down an enemy as you make your way to the love of your life, "are you hurt?"
"no," edmund shakes his head and meets you halfway, "just the opposite."
then edmund pauses to look at you and you wonder how a man who has fought so bravely in battle can look at you like you're the only one on the field.
steadily, edmund lowers himself to the ground on one knee. right in front of you. and men and women are still fighting all around you both.
"edmund," you start.
"(y/n), marry me." his voice is firm and steady. he's completely sober; not even a little bit wrapped up in the fight.
you can't believe that he's doing this on the battlefield. taking quick looks around the two of to make sure no one swoops in for a surprise attack, you wrap your fingers around the fabric of his royal tunic and pull him up on his feet; standing so close to him that you can feel the war on his breath.
"i'll marry you if we survive this." you say.
"then that's a yes, as we're winning this battle." edmund replies.

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