Note: All Suikoden elements belong to Konami.

Author’s Note: OK, enough with chronology. These next two drabbles take place after Suikogaiden, before Nash and Sierra were married.

The Silver Flow: A Drabble Collection

Part IV

by ArchFaith

(Proposal)

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

The vampire had walked a few paces ahead of him on the path; turning slowly, she gracefully clasped her hands behind her back. “I just wished to speak to you for a few moments.”

He cocked his head as he stepped up beside her; they resumed a leisurely pace, the moonlight playing on the misty grass of the serene-looking plain.

They walked in silence for a few minutes; in the course of half an hour, Sierra suddenly spun around, her ruby eyes fixing onto his azure.

“You will marry me, Nash…?” A command, with a hint of a question.

He was stunned—and slightly amused. “Are—are you proposing to me, Sierra?”

She quickly turned her head, feeling a slight hint of blood rushing to her face. “If that is what you want to call it…here,” she continued, producing a small, shiny object from the folds of her sleeve. She took his hand in hers, and slipped the gold band onto his finger.

“Well…what is your answer, boy? Will you consider this union?”

His smile was sufficient.

(Name)

“Well, here it is, Master and Mistress Latkje. Just sign this and the marriage will be complete.”

Mistress Latkje? she repeated in her mind, shuddering at the sound of the new name. Taking the feathered pen in her hands, she skimmed over the marriage contract and gracefully signed her name at the bottom.

Sierra Mikain Latkje.

“But I will still be known as Mistress Mikain, if anything.”

“You will not take your husband’s name fully, madam?” the registrar asked, mildly surprised. “It is customary in Harmonia for a woman to remove her maiden name upon marriage.”

“That is known to me,” she answered, narrowing her eyes. “Nash…” she sighed, shoving the pen into his hands. “Just sign and let us be over with this.”

He grinned as he pressed the pen to the paper. Hehehe. Mistress Latkje. I know she wouldn’t go for it. He signed his name under hers, in a slightly larger size.

Nash Mikain Latkje.

“Quite absurd!” the official stammered out. “A husband taking his wife’s maiden name into his own? What of your family’s old honor, Sir Nash?”

The swordsman and the vampire stole a furtive glance at each other; a grin on his side, a wink on hers.

End Note: Today I felt like taking old conventions and twisting them around a bit…a woman proposing to a man, husband and wife taking each other’s name…I wanted to be a little progressive. Hope you liked it…please review!