He bought her a ring.
“Your mother told me that there were several rings in the vault I could have chosen from, but I wanted to do this for you, as a symbol of our unique love.”
He showed her the most perfect emerald-shaped diamond. “Oh, Ian. It’s beautiful.
Perfect.”
He slid the ring onto her left hand, and Sofia stared at it, not quite believing forever was happening to her. Twining her arms around his neck, Sofie looked up into his beautiful eyes and couldn’t have felt more like a princess than she did at that very moment.
Ian was her love story, her happily ever after.
And she was his.
Because that’s how a good fairy tale should always end for a princess.
The End