[ It's hard to try and tackle the emotions she's feeling, the rush of too much too fast, and she feels a little... Faint, and ridiculous for feeling faint. If she had been aware of his intentions then maybe she would have been better prepared, maybe she would have understood a little more, but her head is reeling and she is desperately out of sorts. It's not as though he's simply asked her for dinner or to go out on a date with her, oh, no. This is so much more.

Before she can do or say anything the ring is on her finger - oh, it's on that finger - and shes... Blinking. Staring at it, the foreign placement, as if that's going to make it make sense, until she moves backwards and scrambles, twisting the ring on her finger, feeling the flush of power, shaking her head and moving to slip it back into the box. ]

Gilgamesh, you can't - you can't just ask me to - not like this! I don't love you! I'm very sorry but this isn't... I don't know what you thought I was going to say but I wasn't just going to say yes.

[ The box snaps shut and she holds it, unsure. Her face is flushed and her pulse is rushing even as she stares at him, not sure what to do and certainly not sure about the part of her that had wanted to say yes. Knowing that she would have companionship, that politics might dictate that she would have to get married anyway, that she would be forced to marry someone she might even know to keep herself in some kind of power...

Slowly, hesitantly, her hand drops to his and she shifts forward a little. ]

I just... Why me? Why not? If I could understand maybe I would know what to say or what to do. I had no idea that you even thought this was something that might happen.