Divine Rivals

“Marry me, Iris Elizabeth Winnow,”

“I won’t look at you as you read. You can pretend I’m not even here.”
“Impossible, Iris.”
“How come, Kitt?”
“Because you’re highly distracting.”

“I can do all of that and more if you like,” he said, deadly serious. “Simply tell me what you want.”

never told you that I love you. And I regret that, most of all.

“A bit, yes. I think the pain had me quite dazed, but I vividly remember you, Iris.”

“I’m telling you that Roman Carver Kitt is in the garden, waiting to marry you.”

She was still holding Lieutenant Lark’s hand an hour later when he died.

“You mentioned the other day that you think I’m only here to ‘outshine’ you. But that’s the furthest thing from the truth. I broke my engagement, quit my job, and traveled six hundred kilometers into war-torn land to be with you, Iris.”

“Is this a proposal?”
He continued to hold their stare, deadly serious. “If I asked you, would you say yes?”

“That’s it. You’re doing great, Winnow.”
“Shut up, Kitt.”
“Absolutely. Whatever you want.”