"We can walk the rest of the way thank you," He says kindly to our escort as he pulls the horses to a stop.
"Walk?"
"It's not going to kill you,"
"I know it won't, but this isn't the most practical dress for walking,"
"I can assure you it is not that far," He smiles as I loop my arm through his.
When I was little I used to see young couples, like us, strolling around town so in love, and I used to wonder why my parents never did that, why they didn't seem in love and if I would ever get the chance to wander around town, grasping the man I love's arm. And I never thought I would. I though that no-one would ever love me, all because of my surname, but that's proved wrong.
Children's laughter pulls me from my thoughts and I look to my right, seeing a group of boys playing chasey, and two girls sitting to the side, both staring at Enjolras and I, as I used to. Awestruck and fascinated. I smile to them and they wave back with a beaming grin plastered over both of their faces,
"So you really won't tell me where we're going?" I smile up to him, looking at his face, concentrated on gazing ahead of us,
"You'll find out soon enough,"
I look at his face, trying to get any information from his non existent expression but I can't. He's hiding it too well.
"That dress looks beautiful on you Eponine," He smiles, taking his hand out of his pocket causing mine to fall, and wrapping his arm around my shoulders,
"It's a beautiful dress," I smile, "It would look good on anyone,"
"Not me," He smiles,
"Any girl then,"
"Whatever you say. I'd still rather see it on you then anyone else," He smiles and pulls me into the next street,
"Down this street? I've never been down this part of town before,"
"It's not too far away,"
"Right, that's what you said when we left,"
"Well, I'm serious now,"
All of a sudden, the buildings stop and the grass and hay paddocks stretch out as far as the eye can see, we surely can't have walked that far. "Here?"
"Over there," He smiles, pointing to a lone tree standing in the middle of the paddock,
"The grass is so long though! I couldn't walk through it in this dress," I laugh as he stops walking, spins around and picks me up quickly, as a squeal escapes my lips, "Enjolras! You're shoulder!" I chuckle as he shrugs,
"You don't weigh much,"
I wrap my arms around his neck and clasp my hands on his shoulder as he carries me over the long grass, to a trimmed section of the paddock, "Right here,"
"Here? There's nothing here," I say as he walks behind the tree, and pulls a basket out, filled with bakery treats, "Now there is something here,"
"This isn't what I wanted to do though," He smiles, motioning to the basket,
"What then?" I ask as he stands in front of me, leaving the basket near the tree,
"Eponine, I love you, more than I thought I ever could, I'm going to cut straight to the point and ask," He starts speaking, swallowing and kneeling down, pulling something out of his pocket, "Will you marry me?"
Marry him? Enjolras wants me as a wife. Eponine Thenardier is wanted as a wife. Something that no-one ever saw coming,
"Well, say something," He chuckles nervously, running his spare hand through his hair,
"Yes," I manage to choke out, "I will marry you," I smile as he stands and flings me into a hug, spinning me around, and kissing me to finish, "Is that why you bought me the dress?"
"Yes, and because I love you," He smiles, slipping a beautiful, elegant ring onto my finger. I stretch my fingers out and look closely at it,
"It's beautiful Enjolras,"
"It matches you then,"
