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Her personality is brighter than the sun, beaming across his face and warming him up from the outside in. This entire interaction reminds him of when he'd been a younger stallion, courting his first mares; the same insistent hope of success drove him then, and allowed his hope to rise unfettered. Back then, it had been his grandsire's legacy that he'd boasted of rather than his own, and he'd had far less to offer to a mare.

Now he had an entire kingdom, protected by allies and sons alike, and filled with all manner of mares to befriend. A home that was as well guarded as one could hope, and beautiful, even if it was bitterly cold in the depths of winter. And one that was frequently filled with the light and laughter of his own children. He wasn't sure if Iscaie was yet to the point where she desired children of her own, but perhaps someday that would change.

Lonely, I imagine, she responds and a half-smile quirks at the edges of his lips. He nods, but does not answer her musings, and allows the conversation to sail on to the next topic. Solomon waits with baited breath to hear her answer to his proposal, and is not disappointed. Her surprise forces his grin wider and he resists the urge to press his muzzle against her neck in a show of joy. The thrum of excitement that trills through him does surprise him a little, if only because its been so long since he has felt so guilelessly happy about something.

"Oh really?" He says in response to her secondary comment, a genuine chuckle rippling from him. "What did you think I would be like?" His gaze rises to search out her own, curious as to what she had thought he would be like. He wondered if she meant what he, as a stallion, would be like or if she was referencing his title as a King, or even if she simply meant that he, as a stranger, did not meet her expectations.

Either way, he waits for her answer with eagerness before shaking his head in answer to her final question. This time, he is bold enough to brush his muzzle chastely against her shoulder before answering her with as much genuine happiness and charm as he can put into his tone. "If you want. I've already gotten the best news I'm going to get all day."

Gesturing gently in the direction he'd looked only moments ago, he takes a singular step to indicate that they could walk and talk. "And to be fair," he says again, once more playfully teasing, "I didn't really expect to find someone like you either."

Solomon