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Gates of iron had never held him for long, and tonight was no different. Though his wings would carry him past there was no need, as the ornate metal swung upon silent hinges to allow him past. Hooves fell upon stone, slow and sure with a confidence akin to a storybook rogue. Alone amongst the flowers he sauntered, unhurried despite the gravity of his choice. The choice he now made himself that was once made for him. He knew the consequences, of which there would be many. No, his family would not approve. For them though, there was no choice.

Flowers and bush gave way to a grand fountain, artistry of stone at it's finest. The silence broken, he stared up at it's waters. The marble mare's majesty was only brightened by the setting sun's rays, broken into rainbow by cascading water. Moments passed before he turned away, around the elegant statue to the manor beyond.

A maid answered the door before he could knock, dressed in the uniform of her peers. Her face spoke volumes, surprise and curiosity held beneath grey eyes and greyer glass. Her voice however simply invited him inside. His own smooth tone loosened her guard, wing to his black suited chest in a gentle bow. She was well trained to keep her voice steady, though not well enough to hide the twitch of a chocolate tipped mint ear. Flustered or not, she lead him to his goal, a room he had seen many times at the end of carpeted halls. Soft carpeting consumed the sound of their hoofsteps, leaving him alone with the sound of his pounding heart and the creak of her false joints. Yet fear was the furthest from his mind, anticipation harried every step.

She left him at the door, never daring to disturb her mistress else her interest be rekindled. She would not be disturbed however, as the slowly opened door revealed her to have been expecting him. He returned her polite invitation with a deep bow, muzzle brushed upon the floor for nary a moment. The stunning mare responded as she often did, with biting wit and an intimate smile. He rose long enough to move to her bedside, bowing once more with his head level with the comforter. Gray eyes locked with her own emerald green, candlelight reflected a smoldering passion shared in days long past. His words, as they were, rang through history.

"I come to do what I have not for far too long. I come to give back that which you have given me, and all I owe. I come to pledge myself to you, in life and soul. Should you accept me as you have chosen me before, My Countess... My Love."