Oh! That was a slight relief!The uncle meant the King's son, not the King himself. Although the King's son being there next to her wasn't the most rational thing in the world.Skye was so embarrassed she couldn't turn to look at him. Instead, she laid her eyes on Fiona and her reaction.Fiona's eyes widened and, for a while, went completely still, but she quickly recovered. "Your Highness," she said, bowing deeply."Um...You don't look like a prince at all," Iona said cheekily before her father could shut her up again."Please excuse us, Your Highness," Malcolm said. Sweat was starting to glisten on his forehead."Malcolm, can you take your family and go out with the rest of the quests? And you, little mean-spirited," he addressed Iona. "I don't care what you say about me, but next time watch your actions and your words to anyone else, or you will end up in one of our dungeons."Iona's eyes widened as she placed the trembling fingertips against her open mouth."Let's go," Malcolm ur
Skye felt that pleasant shiver run up her spine again at his touch."What's the matter? Oh, forgive me, Your Highness. I almost made such a mistake," she said, giving him a clumsy bowing in her rush, but also because Hector hadn't released her from his hold. He gently pulled her back to him. "No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. I have no intention of leaving you alone and don't want you to go back to your uncle's family either. I am considering a better companionship for you. Just give me a moment," he told her, and Skye felt a weight leave her chest. It was a fact that she didn't want to return to Fiona and Iona, but to be alone wasn't a choice, even though she would prefer it.Hector scanned through the crowd until he found what he was looking for.At one point, a girl in the background looked towards them and greeted them from afar with a wave of her hand.Hector signaled her with his hand to come closer, and the girl immediately obeyed.The closer she got to them, her blurred d
WHAT??Skye inhaled sharply, putting her hand in front of her mouth to muffle the scream that reached the edge of her lips.What had just happened? Did the promulgator just say her own name, or had she misheard?How could it be possible?Her eyes got wide, and she turned to look at Eithne.Eithne looked at her. Her mouth was opened, and her eyebrows raised.Skye shook her head. "Promulgator can't possibly mean me. There will definitely be another girl with the same name, and now she'll be heading for the last empty seat. I'm sure you'll see.” Skye said, feeling hopes rekindle within her.She looked around for the girl who belonged to the last front seat already coming to take her place, but no girl had gotten up. Her gaze accidentally fell on Fiona and Iona, sitting a few rows up and to the right. The smirk of satisfaction on Fiona's face confused her in contrast to Iona's expression as she looked at her with pursed lips and a flushed face.Skye couldn't tell, but she was sure Iona wo
Skye felt her heart tighten with guilt as she saw Hector bow his head in humiliation- immense guilt because his behavior was chivalrous toward her.Hector had spared her the ultimate humiliation of having her dress ripped off by Iona, and it would be even worse if Iona succeeded in her purpose because Skye's scars would be revealed on her left arm.He escorted her out and found her companionship so he wouldn't leave her alone when he had to go.No, it was cruel to repay him in this way.She removed her hand from her mouth and relaxed her face to look normal. She placed her hands elegantly in front of her legs and straightened her body.The men stood side by side with severe expressions and their gazes blank.When Hector raised his head and dared to look her way, his eyes met hers, and all Skye could do to make amends was to give him a small smile – just one side of her lips lifted slightly.But that was enough to lift Hector's spirits; he put his hand over his heart, feeling it flutte
The promulgator coughed to clear his throat before continuing.“I will introduce the young men in order of competition results starting with the winner. The winner is Alasdair of the Munro Clan. Alasdair, come here at the front, and so will all the others whose names I shall say."The young man stepped forward with a huge smile and greeted the crowd on the terraces, who gave him a standing ovation."The next young man is Trevor of the Gordon Clan," continued the promulgator when the applause died down.The young man stepped forward, where he received applause too."Next are Hogan of Sinclair Clan, Eamon of Chattan Clan, Oisin of MacLeod Clan, Whelan of Borthwick Clan, Muir of MacDuff Clan, Gilroy of Hamilton Clan, Fraser of Carnegie Clan and Hector the second son of our King Cinaed."The young men made a new line based on their performance in the competition.They stood next to each other. To the opposite were the terraces with the guests.Hector couldn't help but look over at Skye, b
Her heart was thumping wildly. Her mind was working fast to seek a solution. She was seriously thinking of at least making a try to escape and go to the lowlands, to her village. She remembered the house of that villager who had taken care of her for the first time after the fire that destroyed her life. She couldn't remember exactly where it was, but she would know when she saw it. She would ask that woman for help. Skye wasn't aware of what that woman's fate was after all these years, was she alive? Was she dead? That woman’s image was still there in her mind, blurry, but it was there. Skye was sure that her face had no wrinkles, so she was young, and not many years had passed, close to nine, so there was hope.She had decided to run on the left side. She would meet the gardens they had encountered when they entered by carriage following the road to the castle entrance. She would go through the gardens to the great gate. Would it be open? If it wasn't, she would find a way to climb.
Skye hoped that this was all a bad dream and that any moment she would wake up and find herself in the soft bed of the beautiful chamber Talisha had provided her. Skye secretly pinched the top of her hand to make sure she was asleep, but the sharp pain she felt confirmed her worst fear, she was awake. It was not a dream but a bitter reality.Talisha!?! Skye furrowed her brows. Is it possible that Talisha knew about today and didn't apprise her? Skye pursed her lips and her palms into fists. If something like this happened, she would never forgive her. Never!The more she thought about it, the more likely she found Talisha knew all about it. Talisha lived in the castle. She held a relatively high position in the rank of office. She was the castle keeper. The king could call her at any time for any matter that arose concerning her duties.She was free to move everywhere in the castle.Skye lowered her head regretting her thoughts. Whatever stance she was taking toward Talisha, it was to
Skye felt a sudden chilliness strike her to the core and took a step back.What did Donncha mean by Hector being a murderer? And who had he murdered?"Damn, Donncha, stop it." Hector whispered harshly and gritted his teeth, stealing a glance at Skye, hoping she hadn't heard what his brother had said. He didn't want to find out this way. He would tell her himself when the time came."It's the truth, isn't it?" Donncha answered."You will never come back in your right mind, will you? Hector fretted. “Let me help you get up, and lay you on the bed. I will also call the doctor just to be sure.""Do not touch me!" Donncha shouted, pushing Hector's hands off of him."I'll get up myself." He turned his body to the side and rested his hand on the floor, he put strength in his hand to stand up, but his hand wasn't able to hold him in the condition he was in, and the body collapsed on the floor.On his second attempt to get up, Hector grabbed him despite his objections, carried him to the bed,
"Wait, Toren," Malcolm called, but Toren continued without looking back.Fiona leaned out the carriage window, her eyes narrowing. "What should we do now?" she asked her husband, her voice tinged with frustration."Moving on alone is our only option," Malcolm said, pressing his lips together thoughtfully."Let's move on, then. The noise here is dizzying," she said, squeezing her temples with a pained expression.Around them, the square buzzed with activity. Merchants hawking their goods, horses clattering on cobblestones, and the distant melody of a street musician's lute created a cacophony. The air was thick with freshly baked bread, mingling with the earthy aroma of vegetables and the tang of salted fish.Several moments passed without the carriage moving. Fiona glanced at Iona, her jaw clenched. "What is your father doing?" she asked, her voice tight."I don't know," Iona shrugged, her eyes wide with uncertainty."Stay here. I'll see what's happening," Fiona said, pushing the carr
Iona looked at her mother as she approached. She stood up, clutching the fabric of her skirt in her fists. Fiona was unhappy with the situation, her eyes wide, face red, and lips pursed."Oh, mother, I hope nothing went wrong in there . . .""Did you hear how he talked to me?" Fiona hissed at a low volume, interrupting her as if she hadn't heard anything she had said."He is uncouth, rude, and a boor," she continued in a low yet intense voice. Fiona paced back and forth; every time she turned, she violently kicked back her skirt as it gathered around her legs."Mother, please remain calm. You're right, but they must not perceive your anger. Remember, we rely on them. We must not upset them, or they might leave."Fiona stopped short in front of her, very close to her face. "I know," she replied. "That alone prevented me from causing a scene."A droplet of saliva flew from her mouth and landed on Iona's left cheek, just below her eye.Fiona began pacing back and forth again, and Iona se
Castle Eilean Donan: The UnexpectedThe day started with bleak gray clouds obscuring the sky. As winter approached, the sun had become a rare sight, and the chill in the air grew increasingly biting. Fiona held Iona by the shoulders, tightening her grip as Malcolm rode through the castle courtyard door. The echoing of the horse's hooves on the hard ground slowly faded. "Be careful," Fiona whispered. Tears welled as she watched him cross the narrow bridge connecting the castle to the mainland. They stood there until his figure disappeared behind the trees. "Let's go inside, mother. I'm frozen," Iona complained, clutching her cape tightly to protect herself from the cold wind."Yes, let's go," Fiona agreed. They headed towards the large wooden door, which was wide open, waiting for them. Fiona shut the heavy door and wiped the tears from her eyes. What would she do without Malcolm? He was left alone, unaccompanied. If he was attacked on the street, he could hardly get through on his o
Eilean Donan Castle: Iona's RegretMeanwhile, Malcolm's family endured a miserable life at Eilean Donan Castle. It was a daily struggle for everyone, especially Iona, who regretted hastily throwing away the broken glasses. Now, she also had to assist with the daily chores.Two days later, after disposing of the shards of glass, the doctor concluded that the wounds were healing normally. He assured the parents that the little girl would be fine before leaving, annoyed by their exaggerated urgency compared to more serious incidents.A few days ago, when she expressed her desire to destroy Skye by taking her husband, Iona believed they would quickly leave the castle. She was convinced that her parents also wanted to take revenge for everything that had happened to them because of Skye. Still, much to her great dismay, things differed from what she had in mind. Days passed without her father telling her anything about this issue.What the hell was going on? She had to learn. Her thoughts
Eithne studied Hector, her gaze lingering on the contours of his face. His features were familiar—the strong jawline, the scar that traced a jagged path across his cheek. She furrowed her brows in concentration, trying to pinpoint the change. "Hmm... Anything different about Hector?" she muttered as she observed him."No," Eithne concluded, shaking her head. I don't see anything different.""Oh, come on, Eithne. Focus. It's impossible to miss it, trust me," Skye urged her.Eithne looked at Hector once more and sighed in defeat. "I really don't see anything different, Skye. Please, just tell me.""Okay, he's not wearing his mask," Skye exclaimed."Oh! That's right. Maybe it's because I've been seeing him without a mask for years and I didn't realize it now. He only started wearing a mask recently." Eithne said.Skye raised her eyebrows. "Oh, really? It's only been for a while? And why is that?" She turned and looked at him."For you." Hector answered.His unexpected answer caught her
"Talisha, finally!" Hector said as he stood up. Skye rose beside him."Oh, my beloved ones!" Talisha exclaimed, joining her palms in a prayer position at the height of her chest. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "I am so happy to see both of you together! Based on your faces full of happiness, I assume everything is going well between you," she said, gazing at them.A smile graced their faces. "Yes, everything is fine." They replied, even though it was obvious that Talisha was aware of everything. Most likely, she was seeking confirmation of what she had heard.How? Wasn't it already obvious? Only one person could tell. "Oh, Maysie!" Skye thought."Do you know where Maysie is, Talisha?" Skye asked her."Yes, she is in the kitchen. She helps out there.""You already knew what was going on, right Talisha?" Hector asked. "Maybe from Maysie?"Talisha looked at Skye. "Yes," she replied, "but please, Skye, don't scold her for spoiling your joy by saying the news before you do. Her exci
Skye furrowed her brows in bewilderment. When did this happen? And where was she? Maybe it was during the days they were apart? One of the days he spent with Eithne? She shook her head in the negative. No way, that's out of the question, because when she saw him standing outside her door, he didn't look like someone who had recently met the best day of his life.Then, which day did he mean? Did it occur before they were apart? But if that were the case, wouldn't he tell her? Sure, he would, but maybe he forgot to say to her. Ugh, she couldn't make sense of it. Her mind had become a tangle of assumptions.She studied his expression more carefully, hoping to draw a better conclusion.He folded his arms across his chest and observed her ever-changing expression. He was sure that something was brewing in her mind.Skye didn't draw any conclusions from his manner. She chose to stop thinking and let him reveal the information himself. Her heart started pounding; she feared what she was abou
His aroused nature pressed against the center of her femininity, and Skye moaned deep in her throat.His kilt was the only thing that prevented them from becoming one."Just a moment," he whispered, kissing her and pulling away."Where..." she started to complain.Hector stabilized his body with swift movements, placing his knee between her legs.He grabbed the chemise by the neckline and tore it off in one swift movement.Although he aimed to tear it up to the navel, the tearing reached down her belly.Her breasts spilled out. White, round, full and firm. Their pink tops stood erect.Hector groaned. "You are so beautiful," he whispered with his heaven in front of him.Skye noticed his expression, full of lust and craving. Her gaze fell just below his waist, where his kilt showcased a prominent bulge. She felt her cheeks burn at the thought that she was causing this for him.His hands left the torn garment and slid them over her skin - over her belly and stomach, then circled her brea
"What?!" Her eyes widened, "A-are you sure?" she swallowed hard.The corner of his lips lifted. "I am. Are you?""I-I don't think I ever will be," she said, her throat drying and her breath hitching. She balled her hands into fists, trapping fabric from the sheet."But I've explained it to you," Hector said."I-I know." she stammered."So, shall I guess that you don't believe me?""I do believe you, Hector. But it is beyond my strength. I can't control it.""I'll help you with that. I will make you forget it completely," he said, then softly kissing her. He moved down on her chin and throat, where he found the spot of her pulse, and pressed his lips to it more. Her pulse kicked his lips, and he felt it as it began to pick up speed.A sweet euphoria filled his heart, knowing that her heart had also made room for him.He kissed the spot gently and moved downward, his fingers tracing the smoothness of the bare skin at her neckline and moving to her breasts. His fingertips traced the outl