It was a difficult task getting the harpy to set aside her duties long enough to spend some quality time with him. But, in the end, the ringmaster felt that she was worth the effort. He had taken her to the small yellow and black tent, the one he reserved for the Center Stage at Carnival du Gothique. A few tricks with the tigers as well as a few knife-themed acts were incorporated. Every second of applause was music to his ears. It was one of the sounds he lived for.
By the end of the performance he stepped over to her with a mischievous grin.
"Now…I may be no illusionist but…I believe I can still pull something out of my hat… Or…."
He shut her hands together. They both knew that the ringmaster had placed a small object in her hands. The question was what. And when he allowed her to open it, there would be a small box.
"…perhaps you are the one who has brought magic into my life, yes?" His voice was soft, a surprisingly caring tone for such a charismatic showman.
"But…now comes the true test, madame…"
He tilts her chin up with a finger, gazing down into her eyes with a smile.
"…would you continue to brighten my life…for as long as I may live?"