Proposal

Grace unable to formulate cohesive words just gawked, mouth hanging wide and staring into his eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of gold. Light and reflecting. She could see her own brown eyes reflecting back at her. They looked muddy.

She hated her eyes. The only girl with dark eyes. For that matter the only person in the entire village with brown eyes.

"Excuse me?" She said the only logical thing she can come up with.

"You heard me. I want you." He said as if this was a dinner conversation with friends. "Come with me."

"No." She said with such a calm demeanor. She said it without her voice shaking. She was most proud of herself.

"What do you have here? What is keeping you in a place that hates you?" He stretched out his hand and said. "Come be my wife. And you won't ever have to feel outcasted."

She was once again left without words. Marry him? What on earth is he going on about? But he does have a point, she has been outcasted in fact for her entire life. Her neighbors despise her for her very existence: they blasphemed her name. So what on earth is keeping her?

She looks back at her village poor, green and morbid. She would have a much better life, she will no longer be the outcast she will finally belong...

Grace takes his outstretched hand and utters those course changing words.

"I accept."

But there was something she had to know: his name. She didn't know his name.

"But before we go I must know your name."

He slides his eerie eyes at me, examine every inch of my face before responding with "my name is Marcin."