Cooper Wilson took a deep breath, and wondered if he could still get a drink before he went in to see Lise. “Probably not,” he thought “I’m sure they’re holding dinner so the King can make the announcement.”
He walked in, and saw Lise talking with a Medical Corps Captain, and instantly realized that this was going to be far easier than he’d allowed himself to imagine. She turned her head and saw Cooper smiling in the doorway. She excused herself and walked across the room to where he stood, grinning at her like an idiot. “Are you ok?” she asked. “C’mon, ” he said, taking her hand and pulling her down the hall. “Why?” she asked, “What’s wrong?”
He opened the door to the study, and pulled her in.
“I don’t think we’re supposed to be here.” she said, looking around nervously. Cooper was looking down and fumbling in his pocket. “It will be fine, Lise.” he said, followed by an “A-ha!”
As he knelt down and took her left hand into his hands, she brought her right hand to her mouth. “Lise Philips, I can’t promise that a life together will always be a bed of roses, and I’m afraid I don’t have many prospects, but I would be honored if you did me the honor of being my wife for however long that life together might be.” Unable to speak, she nodded her assent, eventually squeaking out a “Yes! Absolutely!” He slipped a band of white gold, with a half-carat marquis-cut sapphire, bordered on either side by a quarter-carat princess cut diamond on to her ring finger and stood before her.
When she finally tore her gaze away from the ring, he took her in his arms, kissing her passionately. When their lips parted, she rubbed her cheek against his and whispered in his ear “Don’t have many prospects…HA!”
“Is everything alright in here?” The King’s voice interrupted their quiet embrace. Lise jumped away from Cooper, smoothing out her jacket, and skirt, and blushing as she said “Yes, Your Highness.” Cooper tried not to laugh as he watched his wife-to-be squirming in the presence of the King. “Is that true, Cooper? Is everything “alright” in here?” Cooper laughed as he smiled at Lise and replied “Yes, Your Highness. You were right.”
“Of course I was right!” the King exclaimed, sporting his own smile at Lise’s confusion and discomfort. “Miss Philips, I intend for us all to be toasting to your nuptials and your happiness many times this evening. And although it will be short notice, I expect an invite to the wedding you’ll be having later this week.”
At the last, she turned to Cooper with a questioning look, and he muttered “Later.” through a smile…the only response he would offer at this time. Her nervousness about their future melted away, only to be replaced with a million questions and little prospect of a chance for answers for hours.