(Author's POV)
"So~ … may I?" Elio asked for her permission, his eyes trembling.
Myra didn't waste any time and gave him her hand. When Elio held it, Myra felt the tremor resonating from their contact. The majestic royal prince of Lionheart Kingdom was nervous because of her. He paused, the ring balanced between them, waiting for the final and most important moment of their lives.
Just as the cold metal brushed against the tip of Myra's ring finger, a heavy thudding sound boomed from above, startling them thoroughly. Everyone present looked at the sky, which had now turned grey and ominous. Myra felt her heart thumping against her rib cage, her eardrums ringing, and her hair stood on end. Warning sirens were flaring in her brain, telling her that something wasn't right.
She tried to grab hold of Elio's arm, but before she could, a thunderstroke crashed between them, throwing them apart. The spot where they had been standing just a moment ago was cracked open.
