Divine Rivals

Yes, I’ll marry you, Roman Carver Kitt.”

“Marry me, Iris Elizabeth Winnow,” Roman whispered, drawing back to look at her. “I want to spend all my days and all my nights with you. Marry me.”

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.”

I grew something living in a season of death.

I am coming to love him, in two different ways. Face to face, and word to word

Don’t leave,” he whispered, and his hand flailed, reaching for her. “You and I … we need to stay together. We’re better this way.”

You should take my bag and go. Leave me here.”

“Like hell I am!” she shouted.

She and Roman would survive this war. They would have the chance to grow old together, year by year. They would be friends until they both finally acknowledged the truth

She has to survive this, Roman thought. He didn’t want to live in a world without her and her words.

Because that was all that really mattered to him. The things in his bag and Iris,