Samuel Vimes was walking through the streets of Ankh-Morpork. He was just Sam tonight. Forget the full name, forget the titles he had collected, tonight he wanted none of them, he was just Sam. Just Sam for someone special.
Sam's day was a good one, which was rare. There was just one thing that could make it even better and he was going to see that person right now.
The palace loomed over the top of the dirty houses that sat around the city like dirty socks in a child's bedroom.  Sam smiled at the site of the large building. He had spent many happy times there. Of course there were some not so enjoyable times, but the reports had to be given.
Around the back of the palace there was a secret entrance, only 2 people knew about it. Sam and his lover. It was incredibly hard to spot and entering required pressing some bricks in a certain order, stamping on the 5th from the right plant in the 3rd flowerbed and using a key with the left hand while standing at a certain angle, to open the first door. There were various booby traps on the way in, but it wouldn't be a Leonard creation without them. Sam had done this routine countless times, he knew it by heart and didn't really need to be consciously thinking while doing it.
After exiting the tunnel Sam entered a bedroom. It was sparsely furnished. There was a bed, a chest-of-draws and a wardrobe built into the wall, but that was it. The owner didn't want any fancy furnishings. Sam's next job was to hide. He hid behind the door. Most people would have been spotted if they tried to hide there. Sam knew that he would as well, but he had the confidence that no one would come into the room except the owner.
10 minutes later the owner entered. The familiar black material was just visible from Sam's spot behind the door. He wanted to jump out and be welcomed in way he was always welcomed, but the sound of Drumkott's voice stopped him.
"You have to go to this ball tomorrow at…"
"Yes yes, I know, at the Assassins Guild."
"You don't sound convinced. You do know why you have to go?"
"Yes, because I used to go there, it's a reunion. I know Drumknott, now please leave me."
"Yes M…" The door was shut before the clerk could give the proper addressing. The figure dressed in black sighed and headed over to the window.
"Hey Lizzie." Sam stepped out and smiled at Elizabeth Vetinari, Lord Vetinari's daughter.
"Sam." She turned and smiled back. "It's so good to see you." Lizzie and Sam stepped the steps that emptied the gap between them and embraced.
"Problems?" Sam asked, as they pulled apart slightly, still holding each other.
"Oh the usual. It's a bit tense around here because of the problems in Uberworld. Dad's worried we might have to go to war."
"I heard Dad mention something about that. But then he starts complaining about vampires so I never get the whole story." Lizzie laughed.
"So apart from the ever lasting hatred against vampires, how is your dad? And you're mum." They walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Sam took a moment before answering to look at the woman he loved. She was tall, like her father, and had his dark hair. She had got her mothers green eyes and rebellious side. Granted he couldn't see that but he knew it was there. Her favourite colour was black, and it showed. Lizzie was wearing her favourite dress, simple, figure hugging, long and black. She also wore black make up, well not lipstick, but eye make up. She was about 3 years younger than Sam, but still 25 respectively.
"They're fine. Mum's had a new load of dragons in so she's out looking after them all the time. Dads, well Dad. He's out all the time at the Watch House and patrolling. Carrot's on holiday so it's getting a bit hectic."
"I saw you here earlier giving Dad the report."
"Yep. I've been coming here for what, 8 years, maybe more to give reports and he still scares me." Lizzie laughed again. Sam loved her laugh.
"He scares everyone. I'm still scared of him when he's angry." There was a comfortable silence as they looked at each other. Sam, looking away, broke it.
"Sam? What's the matter?" He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes briefly.
"I'm about to become a whole lot more scared of him." Sam, shaking slightly, got off the bed and got down on one knee. He rested one hand on Lizzie knee.
"Lizzie. I love you. We've been seeing each other for 6 months. We've known each other since you were born." Sam fumbled around in his pocket. "I had this big romantic speech planned but I've completely forgotten it. So, um, here, um, will you marry me?" He produced a ring from the depth of his pockets. It was a simple solitaire ring with a black stone. Lizzie was about reply when her voice caught in her throat, so instead she nodded and let Sam slip the ring on her finger. He stood up and sat back next to her. They kissed passionately and then Lizzie asked the question.
"Do you want to tell Dad and Vimes or shall I?" They laughed and kissed again, this time falling back onto the bed.
 They looked bad, they smelt, but the owner sure as hell wasn't going to do a thing about it.
So what do you think? It's my first proper romantic story.
Imagine if Vimes and Vetinari really did become in-laws. I think it'd be so funny. Like 'Grumpy Old Men' (A movie I saw a while ago)
Disclaimer time. I do own Lizzie and her mum. Everything else is Terry Pratchetts's.