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,
Immersed in her thoughts, she gazed out the window at the setting sun. The high heat had begun to subside, and she opened the window to breathe in fresh, cool air. Today was a long and intense day.So that was it! She was going to get married, and there was nothing it could be done, to prevent it.Her life as she knew it had changed radically, and there was no going back. She would get a husband by force. She felt cold and crossed her arms, rubbing her arms to warm them. She didn't want to close the window, although the cold wasn't coming from outside.The soft knock on the door made Skye flinch slightly and turn sharply towards the door."Who is it?" She asked. She didn’t expect anyone."It's me, Talisha," came the reply."Come in," Skye replied as she started walking towards the door.The door opened, and Talisha appeared with a huge smile."I just saw your uncle's carriage leaving and I won't hide from you that I was sad that you didn't come to say goodbye before you leave, but the
Sitting in the royal carriage, they passed the castle's great gate bound for Lord Malcolm's castle.Skye had Hector opposite her and Talisha next to her.In the morning, Talisha visited her in her chamber and happily announced that she had received permission from the King to join them on the trip. Skye felt so relieved.That permission had saved her from the enormous embarrassment of being alone in the carriage with Hector for many hours. She straightened her white dress at her feet and rested her hands on her lap.She couldn't wait to get to the castle and meet Maysie. Hector had already explained to her that if Maysie agreed to come with them, nothing could stop them. He had with him a decree written by the king himself. All they needed was Maysie's positive response.Skye sighed. Deep down, she was sure Maysie would agree to follow her, and she wished her instincts hadn't misled her.As the hours passed, her heart swelled with yearning. It would be great to have a loved one by he
Talisha walked over to Skye. She stroked her shoulders and hair. But she didn't say a single comforting word to her. What could she say to her that would give her the slightest comfort? How could she ease her pain? There were no words that could do it. She was shocked herself. She knew Maysie herself. She met her whenever she came to the castle to see Skye. Maysie pampered her by bringing her tea and biscuits.Talisha liked her very much. She remembered that Maysie was a cheerful girl, full of vitality and love for life. Talisha was secretly grateful for the existence of this girl because that way, Skye wasn't alone; she had company.And now that Skye was ready to offer her a chance at a better life, away from here and together, that happened. Maysie was no longer with them.Fiona stared blankly at Skye."How did it happen?"Fiona turned and looked at Hector, who had asked her the question."When we came back she was already on her last breaths. The servants told us she was bitten by
A new scream escaped from Skye's mouth and covered it with her palm.Her heart began to pound at the hope that blossomed in her chest.She laid a hand over her heart, her eyes welled up. "And where is she now?" he asked him.“They have her dumped in a small storage room outside the house. They have forbidden all of us from helping her. Lord Malcolm threatened us that we will suffer the same, but I don't care if Maysie can be saved. And you are her only hope. That's why I was waiting for you. In her fever she babbles, and whispers only one name" Fergus paused and his eyes filled with pain, "Only your name, Skye." he whispered. His voice cracked.“Hector!?” Skye said and looked at him. Now tears were running from her eyes and her lower lip was trembling.Hector nodded. "Of course. We're going to get her. We're going back to the castle" he shouted toward the coachman.Hector looked at Skye who smiled with the new hope born in her heart. He took a deep breath, feeling his own heart swell
It was the third time Hector had asked the coachman to slow down.With every jolt of the carriage, Maysie moaned in pain. Her face became blotchy even more; she pursed her lips and closed her eyes tightly.As the carriage slowed down, Skye's heart raised heartbeats as her concern about Maysie's fate started to fill out her heart.One thing only troubled her mind, her entire being- to get there before it was too late.Now the carriage was moving slow, excruciatingly slowly, but what mattered was that Maysie seemed calmer, her face had relaxed. She wasn't in pain anymore.Once again, Skye caressed Maysie's face."Hold on Maysie." She whispered and gently pressed a moistened cloth on her lips. Maysie's lips moved, but no sound came out.Skye looked at Talisha."Maybe she's trying to say something," Talisha surmised.Skye focused her gaze on her and shook her head. “No, Maysie, don't get tired. Don't talk." She stroked her hair.Maysie's lips moved again. "S-sk-ey" was just a whisper tha
The next day late in the afternoon, Hector's two men returned from the King's castle, where they had gone to deliver the message Hector had written to him.As soon as Hector saw them, he rose from the shade of the apple tree where he was sitting and approached them."Well?" he asked them.The men gave him a broad smile."The king gave us an answer - an order as he called it. He didn't seal it because he wants you to read it too before handing it over," the man told him as he got off the horse. He opened the leather pouch on his saddle and took out a rolled-up papyrus. "Here it is. This is the King's decision,” he said to Hector, handing it to him.Hector took it in his hands and opened it. He read it quickly and smiled.After what he had read, he immediately forgot the sleepless night he had spent."Where are the carriages and carts?" he asked them."They're on the road, they're on the way. We just moved faster to inform you. The carriages and carts will not come here to the village,
Talisha strode ahead, the corridor stretching long and cold ahead of her. Its stone walls whispered with memories of a time not so long ago when Iona walked these halls with her chin held high and wearing a beautiful and expensive gown. But now, her footsteps followed Talisha's brisk pace, her shoulders hunched under the weight of her new role, and her thoughts swirling in bitterness."Your duties are simple," Talisha began, her tone clipped and unyielding. "You will peel vegetables, clean the kitchen, and assist wherever needed. You are to remain in the kitchen—only the kitchen. When your work is done, you may return to your home. Is that clear?"The words felt like a slap. Iona's eyebrows drew together in silent protest, the weight of disappointment settling heavily on her chest. Only in the kitchen? It was a bitter pill to swallow. She had imagined something different— her work should include the entire castle so that she could move freely around it, to see and hear. But now?Swall
Talisha returned, holding a small leather pouch in her hands."This is it," she said softly, handing it to Hector. Her voice trembled just slightly, but she quickly turned away. "Now, I can get back to my work.""Yes, of course. Thank you, Talisha."As she left, Hector stared at the pouch silently for a moment. His hands moved almost mechanically as he loosened the string and tipped its contents into his palm. The locket fell out, cold and heavy against his skin.He let the pouch drop onto the table as he studied the locket. The delicate gold chain spilled between his fingers like liquid light. He turned the locket over in his hand. The intricate floral engravings still caught the light, and the details seemed sharper, almost painfully vivid. At its center, the blue sapphire gleamed."It's beautiful!" Skye's voice broke through his thoughts, drawing his attention to her admiration."Yes, it is," Hector said, though his voice came out hoarse. He clenched the locket tightly, his throat
Skye gazed thoughtfully at the doorway through which Talisha had just exited. Had she made the right decision? Perhaps she shouldn't have agreed to let Iona into their home and, by extension, into their lives. She couldn't forget how Iona had treated her in the past; it was a constant reminder of how little she could trust her. However, according to Talisha, Iona's family had fallen into poverty, losing their former glory and power. Maybe Iona and her parents, indeed, were in need.She bit her lower lip, deep in thought. Would that be enough to prevent Iona's malicious intentions?"Have you changed your mind?" Hector's voice cut through her thoughts. He stood off to the side, observing every move and subtle change in her expression. Startled, Skye turned her head towards him but didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she paced back and forth, her thoughts in turmoil. Finally, she said, "Do you think she will try something? I can’t forget her past behavior, but considering her current si
A sharp, icy breeze swept through the air, stirring Iona's hair. She shivered, pulling her cloak tighter around her trembling form. Her fists were slick with sweat, and her heart hammered against her ribcage.She knew that her actions were reckless. One wrong move could leave her life hanging by a thread. A single order from the king could end everything.As she pondered her situation, the weight of her misery pressed down on her. Her life had become a bleak, meaningless struggle. Yet, this desperate act offered her a chance to change everything. Even if she failed, at least she would have tried; she would have fought for a better future. For that alone, the risk was worth taking.Iona had bet her life on a perilous gamble, ready to risk everything. With determination etched on her face, she pursed her lips and stared at the imposing door ahead.Why are they delaying? Maybe they didn't hear?Just as she raised her hand to knock again, the heavy door creaked open, leaving her hand susp
"I'm sorry I'm late," Iona said, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "With those clouds hiding the sun, I couldn't tell if it was noon yet. I decided to come and wait for you anyway."Anise's eyes sparkled with excitement as she gestured for Iona to take a seat. "We have so much to discuss," she said eagerly. "Let's begin with why you decided to move to the town, I never expected you to leave the castle," Anise asked.Iona's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "There's a plan," she revealed, raising Anise's eyebrows."Plan? What plan?" Anise leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper."I want to make Hector fall in love with me and leave Skye. I want to be a princess in her place."Anise's eyes widened. "That would be amazing. But how?""I'll seduce him somehow. I'll have to find his soft spots first and use them to my advantage," Iona replied, determination gleaming in her eyes.Anise's eyes lit up. "And that means Skye will be out of the castle," she said."And out of o
Maysie knocked on the door."Come in, Maysie," Skye called from inside. Maysie entered and found Skye pacing anxiously.The room was warm, the fire crackling in the hearth, contrasting sharply with the cold outside.Skye's face lit up with relief as she hurriedly approached and hugged Maysie. "You're finally here." Maysie's eyes widened in surprise; Skye wasn't usually this emotional."Mary told me that you need me. Are you okay?" Maysie asked, feeling Skye's fragile, trembling body. "You are trembling. Are you cold?""No. I'm scared." Skye whispered, her voice barely audible.Maysie looked at her, concern etched on her face. "Did something happen between you and Hector?""Not yet, but I'm afraid it will," Skye admitted, her eyes darting nervously."I don't understand, Skye." Maysie said, her brow furrowing."I will explain to you as we drink our tea," she said, gently guiding her toward the small living room. A large tray with tea and side dishes waited on a small table. Skye's hands
"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