"I am sorry my Lord, but who am I to make that decision for your daughter?" The Dark Lord made a face, but Severus didn’t let him the time to say anything. He bent a knee again, but this time facing his princess. "If you will be my soft and sweet, I’ll be your strong and steady. You’ll be my glass of wine, I’ll be your shot of firewhiskey. You be my sunny day, I’ll be your starlight sky on the darkest of the night. Let all my happiness be your, all your sadness be mine. Let the whole world be yours, only you be mine. Hermione, princess, will you marry me?"