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
A few minutes later, Skye came out of the chamber and saw him waiting for her.Hector leaned his left shoulder against the stone wall. When he heard the door opening, he looked up and faced her.He didn't smile, and his eyes didn't sparkle like they always did when he saw her. The matter was of great importance to him, and he would not rest until it was resolved. He could no longer bear this weight on his heart. Something had changed and he needed to know. And most of all he wanted to know why. What was his fault? Whatever it was, he had to fix it before the wedding. Before, they stand before the god and join the sacred bonds.Their eyes met and before Skye looked away she noticed the dark circle under his free eye.This sign was well-known from her own experience. The same thing happened in her own eyes when she didn't sleep well at night, and that was mostly when she was still living in her uncle's castle.'But why doesn't Hector sleep well?' she thought.A thought crossed her mind.
The dress flapped behind her as she ran away from him, and the hold on her hair began to loosen until her hair was completely free and fluttered like waves in the wind.For a few moments, Hector remained stunned, and as he watched her run away, all he felt was terror. The terror that he was in danger of losing the most precious thing he had. The terror that he would lose her from his life. At that thought, his heart cracked.He ran after her. "Skye, wait!"Skye kept running. The magnificent scenery she had been admiring until a while ago, had now turned into a blurry image. Tears of despair were streaming down her cheeks.Her vision was blurry, but that didn't stop her from continuing to run and carrying one thing on her mind, to get away. To leave this castle as fast as possible. After all, she was not made to live in castles, only embittered her.She would give anything to return to her village, in the poor hut where she only felt happy. But she had nothing to give. She had nothing
His heart swelled with the longing it had been building up for so long and began to increase its pulse.Her lips were petal soft and warm and carried a salty taste from her tears that had watered them.Blood throbbed in his veins with a scarlet web of desire.She remained motionless, but Hector didn’t lose his courage. He knew that for her, kissing someone was something unprecedented, something she had never tried before. The positive thing was that she didn't back down, she didn't refuse him, and in a way, she gave him her consent.Maybe he should end it here; it was a good start to their relationship. However, the emotions he had been holding back all these years rushed to overwhelm his body. Who can hold back a raging torrent, and how?A fervent desire burned his mind, and he couldn't think of anything else. His fingers longed to touch her, and his mouth to taste her.He had to find out what secrets lay within that soft, full flesh of her lips.He ran his other hand under her flowi
They walked in silence toward the place he had shown her earlier.She still felt a little dizzy, and her mind was a bit clouded from the experience she had just been through, and all she could think about was how he had made her feel.What else did he want them to discuss?Immersed in her thoughts as she was, she didn’t notice that the path had begun to widen, and without realizing it, she was following its line to the edge, fending off him.Hector watched her out of the corner of his eye. His heart flickered with contentment. He had taken a first step to bring them closer. It was an important step, but the goal was not fully achieved.His goal was to make her fall in love with him, deeply and unconditionally, as he did.His deep desire was to love him so much that he could not live without him.Today, he took the first step towards fulfilling this goal, and it was crowned with success.After that, the belief that he would succeed was born in his heart. He possessed patience and perse
"Though what, Hector?" she squeezed his hand. "Did you discover anything?"Hector nodded. "I've never told anyone. I thought it would only cause pain and nothing else, because the king in the early years was waiting for her to come back. He hoped that she would somehow miraculously escape death and return to him. I don't know if he is still waiting for her. He stopped talking about her, but neither did he put another woman by his side. A few years ago, while I was in the woods hunting, I found the bones of an animal. They hadn't moved at all because they were somehow held by the animal's fur. Although the condition was bad due to the years that had passed, one could easily recognize that it was what was left of a horse. Its fur was discolored, but something inside me told me that it was the queen's mare. I looked around to see if I could find anything else... you know…."“Please, stop”. Skye covered her eyes with her hands, “Yes, yes I know. But you didn't find anything because otherw
The next few days were spent in the turmoil of the wedding preparations.Skye and Hector had been unable to meet each other alone since the day of their walk to the garden. They only saw each other at mealtime when they sat all together in the dining room.Beside her, Hector reassured her with his gaze and sometimes managed to squeeze her hand under the table.The day that Hector and Skye had spent in the garden, they had eaten some of the food the maids had brought them, and they returned to the castle. One of the maids escorted Skye to her chamber while Hector went to the library.In the chamber, was Maysie, who greeted her with enthusiasm and asked to know how her time with her future husband was. Her eyes were so bright and full of anticipation that Skye didn't deny her. She chose only what she could tell her without betraying the trust Hector had placed in her.She confided in her about the kiss they shared, leaving Maysie wide-eyed and asking for more details.But Skye wanted to
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