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It was just a small box - nothing flashy, easily overlooked. But the contents hidden within - the small box held such hope, such promise. He glanced at the box in his hand, the one that would seal his fate from now until the day he died. He quietly walked over to her, settling down next to her. "Hey," he murmured softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I got you something."

"Oh?" she answered, tilting her head to look at him.

He offered the small box, trying to not as nervous as he felt. A silent prayer escaped him as he waited to see her reaction of the contents.

She opened it slowly, her eyes widening in surprise before she glanced at him. "Is this?" she asked.

He nodded. "Will.. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?" he asked.

She studied the ring before sliding it on. "If you will be my husband, then I will be your wife," she answered, a smile crossing her features.

He let out a cry of delight and kissed her deeply.
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Quaxo sighed as he tucked his knees under his chin, his mismatched eyes of blue and gold staring into the distance as he brooded over the events of the past few hours, days really. He tilted his head back as he thought of the human girl that was starting to restore feeling to his heart following the events of the "mating dance" that took placed at the last Ball. It hurt, knowing that the queen he had loved all his life thus far, had chosen another - he thought Victoria knew how he felt about her. Guess he just wasn't the right tom for her. He rose slowly, shifting from Jellicle size to proper cat size and padded out of the Junkyard, heading off to wander the lonely streets of London. He did remember to give a brief nod to Munkustrap as he passed by him, just so the Protector knew he was up and about. Well, he thought, at least the weather was cooperating. Nothing would have made the day worse then to be wandering while it rained. Hopefully he hadn't just jinxed himself. Ah, there, he thought, finally spying the door he wanted, three streets down and two streets over from the Junkyard. He scratched at it, waiting patiently for the owner to answer.

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