Blythe didn't expect this to knock the breath out of him this hard. They'd already talked about it, they'd already agreed, Blythe was already wearing a ring he'd declared (and would still stubbornly insist was) the most romantic and beautiful thing he'd ever worn. But this moment feels like a dream and his throat is tight and his stomach is twisting and there's tears pricking at the back of his eyes.

"Of course," he chokes out and goes to pull Niko in for a kiss. "Good glory, this ring is gorgeous."