(deep sigh) I feel so alone writing and uploading the chapters. I don't even know if anyone will read this chapter or the previous one. I would like to know what you think of the story, even if what you have to say is negative. Anything. That's all I had to say, I think, and thank you.
The sun had risen in all its shape and brightness. The women in the house were already awake, and Talisha was helping Delma prepare breakfast for everyone.Skye was sitting at the table with a mug of hot tea in front of her.She couldn't drink it hot, so she braided her hair until it cooled down a bit. She had parted her hair in the middle and brought it to the front right and left of her head, using a small old hand mirror attached to a wooden box. She had watched Maysie make them so many times that she had learned how to do it herself."They are very beautiful," Maysie told her when Skye had finished, and she had taken the mirror to look at them closely, turning her head a little to the side right and left.She turned her eyes to her. "I had a good teacher," she replied, and Maysie laughed."Breakfast is almost ready," Delma announced. “I need one last ingredient. Skye?” addressed to her."Can you please go to the herb garden and get me marjoram and mint?"Skye looked at her. "Do yo
Delma walked to the end of the path and looked around to see if the men had returned, but no one was there.She continued to the apple orchard, wondering what her next move would be. She couldn't decide if she would go near Hector or not. She didn't know what she would face. What if he slept naked? Although it was something that ruled it out, it crossed her mind that she might not find him in a decent state, and they would both be in an awkward position. No, she didn't want that. Mainly for Hector than for herself.So she decided what to do so there would be no problem.She moved a little further and began to call him. “Hector, Hector. Where are you?"She called him a few more times until she got a response."Just a minute, I'm coming." Hector answered.Delma smiled and shook her head. She decided not to tell him anything about Skye so as not to disappoint him.She saw him approaching her, laden with his bedding."What happened?" he asked."Were you still asleep?"Hector nodded. "I r
They had finished eating, and Delma was clearing the table. “Until Talisha and I clean up, why don't you three go outside for a walk? Maysie needs to start walking, but not on her own yet. "It's such a lovely day today, I am sure you will enjoy it." They agreed and went out for a walk. "Hold me by the waist for support, Maysie." Hector urged her. Maysie obeyed, though she didn't feel comfortable with that at first. Her hesitation lasted until she wrapped her arm around his waist and realized Hector was right. She felt safer using her shaky legs. A stitch of jealousy shot through Skye's heart, and she closed her eyes tightly for a moment. Is it possible that she was jealous of Maysie? She took Maysie's free hand and squeezed it in hers. No, she wasn't jealous of Maysie, but Maysie's arm enveloped Hector's waist. She took a deep breath and wished it was her hand around his waist. She bit her lower lip. What was she thinking? That was foolish of her, as Hector had no desire for he
It was early afternoon when they arrived at the castle the next day.The previous night, they had stopped to rest and sleep.Men were divided into pairs for being on the lookout. There was a pair change every two hours.In the morning, Skye had woken up more tired than she had gone to bed. She hadn't slept well last night. She wasn't used to sleeping outside, and the slightest noise woke her.And she remembered very clearly that whenever she opened her eyes during the night, she noticed that Hector was nearby, sitting close to the fire or leaning against a nearby tree.His eyes were always turned towards the side where the women were sleeping.Each time Skye closed her eyes feeling safe.Hector and his men led their horses to the stables so they could be cared for by the stablemen.Skye and Maysie were left in the care of the servants and maids.After the greetings and broad smiles of welcome, one of the maids led Skye and Maysie to the chamber where Skye lived."Finally!" Skye sighed
Hector escorted the two girls through the corridors. Skye held Maysie's hand tightly, offering more consolation to herself than to Maysie."I feel like I'll never learn to find my way on my own," Skye said.“You'll learn, don't worry. All it takes is a little time."Did that mean they would live here after the wedding?Skye nodded. "Can Maysie sit next to me at the table?" she asked him."Yes, but Maysie?" he addressed her and turned to look at her."Yes, Hector?"“I love to hear you talk about a thousand things, but please, for this time, only speak if you are asked to, okay? When the king addresses you, or calls you to get close to him, bow before you answer and call him, Highness. Don’t forget it. Okay?""Yes, no problem Hector. Anything you want." Maysie answered him.Hector laughed softly. "That's my girl."Skye squeezed Maysie's hand in hers. "I'm not hiding from you, I started feeling nervous," she told him.Hector nodded. "I understand, but there is no need. Everything is goin
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and her blood froze in her veins under his slimy caress.Skye didn’t know what to do. How should she react? Was she allowed to react? The man before her was Hector's brother and the future King.Hector growled and grabbed Donncha's hand, twisting it hard."Did I warn you to let go of her or not?"Skye watched Donncha's face contort into a grimace of pain as he showed exalted pride and didn't make the slightest sound of pain.Hector leaned close to his face."I swear to God, if you ever consider touching her again, I won't hold myself back," he hissed his warning and continued squeezing his hand. Donncha's face had turned red, being unable to utter a word.“Stop, Hector! Let him!” Roisin interjected. “Haven’t you realized that Donncha likes to tease you? He was just joking. You don't have to break his hand.” she said, placing her hand on Hector's. “You can leave him now. Please," she whispered her last words, looking Hector in the eyes.His g
It was the first time that fortuity or fate had brought them so close.Her breath hitched as she sank into his eyes and was astonished by her reflection in his dilated pupils.That closeness didn't only take Skye by surprise, but also Hector, who forgot how to breathe, and his heart was about to explode.His burning eyes sank into hers.They stood still, looking at each other, forgetting where they were and that they were not alone but with all the service staff of the castle present.She dried the drool in her mouth, leaving it arid, and Skye unconsciously licked her lower lip. Hector's eyes trailed down to her lips and fixed on her juicy wet lips.Her cheeks began to burn, and she struggled to fight it off.Her lips parted to answer his question, but someone else's voice overtook her."Don't tell me you're going to kiss, because I already feel nauseous. I will throw up.” Donncha sneered and touched his stomach ostentatiously.Skye jerked back, breaking eye contact, pressing her hand
"Thank you." Skye told him, grabbing a non-existent lock of hair and tucking it behind her ear."It is nothing. Don’t mention it. I want to be by your side until you get used to it. Until you feel that you are at home and not just in your new house," he replied.How does it come and always tell her the right words that relieve her of every doubt, every trace of anxiety and nervousness?They were interrupted by talking coming from outside and she turned towards where the voices were coming from.“What the hell has she piled in there? It is so heavy.” two servants entered carrying a large trunk.Once they noticed that Hector was there, their eyes widened slightly, and they immediately stopped talking.They stopped intending to leave the trunk on the floor and bow before continuing.Hector waved his hand.“Proceed, your time now matters, so don’t waste it. There is no need to do this now. Another time when your hands will be free,” Hector told them, urging them to move on.The two servan
"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