His office

“I’ve always prided myself on my control. With you I don’t have it.” He drops his forehead to mine.

“You might not like that, but I kind of love it. Thank you for admitting that to me.”

He smiles, lifting his head. “You’re far too good for me, but you’ve already agreed you’d marry me.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box. “I should have given you this already. We do the bands at the ceremony.” He opens the lid to reveal a stunning engagement ring.

“Mikael, it's too much.” I stare at a giant emerald-cut diamond with a halo of diamonds all around it, making it even bigger.

“I wouldn’t want anyone to miss it. The world needs to know you’re mine.” He smirks.

“No one is going to miss that.” I laugh.

“Give me your hand.” I hold it up, letting him slide the ring on my finger. “Now, are you going to get your dress on or do I have to carry you down in your robe and make the clergy marry us with his eyes closed because he’s not seeing you in only a robe when you have this on undernea