Princess_Feylin
Gyllene was at a loss. How did one proceed? If she went with her heart, she'd tackle him to the ground and groom his face and giggle and profess her endless and undying adoration. If she went with what her mind was telling her to do, she'd graciously smile, dip her head, and very smoothly begin mentally planning their wedding feast.
Gyllene settled on a mix of the two. She started off with a rather huge, charming smile and immediately butt her head against his shoulder. It was a little shy, but not uncomfortable for her to do. As for professing her love, Gyllene decided that what they had was maybe not quite love but could be someday - they were certainly compatible enough, and he was absolutely handsome enough.
And funny enough, and confident enough.
He was actually pretty Godsdamned perfect, in Gyllene's mind.
Plus, he'd chosen her as his consort, which was - to Gyllene - a huge, huge honor.
"What sort of celebration will we have?" She spoke the words to herself, having pulled back from being quite close to Ru. Gyllene glanced at him with a huge grin. "I promise not to be a nagging wife."