Divine Rivals (Letters of Enchantment, #1)

by Rebecca Ross

How can you love this goddess more than me? How can you leave me like this?

Just in case you didn’t know … you are by far the best sister I’ve ever had. I’m so proud of you. And I’ll be home before you know it, Little Flower.

All of this to say—it is never wise to offend a musician. And choose your lovers wisely.

She unfortunately had to sit on Roman Kitt’s lap, nearly all the way to the front lines.

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

“But the moment you walked away,” Roman rushed on, “I knew I felt something for you, which I had been denying for weeks. The moment you wrote me and said you were six hundred kilometers away from Oath … I thought my heart had stopped. To know that you would still want to write to me, but also that you were so far away. And as our letters progressed, I finally acknowledged that I was in love with you, and I wanted you to know who I was. That’s when I decided I would follow you. I didn’t want the life my father had planned for me—a life where I could never be with you.”

It’s not a crime to feel joy, even when things seem hopeless. Iris, look at me. You deserve all the happiness in the world. And I intend to see that you have it.”

“Iris,” said Roman, “you are worthy of love. You are worthy to feel joy right now, even in the darkness. And just in case you’re wondering … I’m not going anywhere, unless you tell me to leave, and even then, we might need to negotiate.”

“I pray that my days will be long at your side. Let me fill and satisfy every longing in your soul. May your hand be in mine, by sun and by night. Let our breaths twine and our blood become one, until our bones return to dust. Even then, may I find your soul still sworn to mine.”