Call Me Old-Fashioned

Sirius regarded Artorias in his usual bombastic way that he got whenever alcohol was involved. It reminded the young alpha of the fun times they’d had sharing the bottle of wine when he’d spent a season studying under the Warlord. Sirius granted him his private audience, and once Seer’s companions had moved to form a wall around them and block them from prying ears, Artorias drew in a deep breath to steel his nerves for what he wanted to ask. He had never been afraid of the Warlord, but this time, he felt an anxiousness facing his girlfriend's parents for what he wanted to ask them. Not because he wasn't sure of what he wanted to ask, or because he thought they might say no to his request, but because there was always that sliver of a possibility.

"Thank you," he started, grateful for the opportunity to as he took one more glance around to make sure Briar wasn't trying to creep up on them from anywhere. If she noticed he wasn't at her side anymore, it was likely the Fatalis princess would start searching for him. He had to be quick about this. "So, Briar and I have been dating for some time now. I want you both to know how much she means to me, how much I love her and respect her. She's an amazing wolf, and I know it's not easy for you to let her go to come live in the Hallows. I want you to know that I vow to always take care of her. She'll want for nothing that I can provide." Okay, Artorias, the time is now... He took another deep breath and continued, "And so... because of that, I'd like to ask your blessing to ask Briar to be my mate."

There, he had said it. Artorias looked between the two leaders of the Fatalis family, practically holding his breath while he waited for the other paw to drop and get their reaction. In reality, Artorias knew he hadn't needed to ask their blessing to pose the question to Briar, but it felt more respectful to the young alpha do to so. Would they permit him to propose and take their daughter as his wife, making her the Queen of the Hallows and taking him as a son-in-law? Or would they hold their reservations about the two young wolves and deny them?

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Argent"