Talisha glanced at the door through which Roisin had fled and shook her head, pursing her lips. "It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but thank you," she told Hector. "Hopefully, she won't want to make a fuss again after this, although I feel sorry for that girl.""I couldn't help it, even though I feel sorry for her too. I had to prove her wrong and make her stop believing Donncha."Talisha nodded in agreement. "You're right," she said, gesturing towards the door.Hector furrowed his brows in thought, but then he understood."I'm leaving, too," he said, glancing toward Skye. However, Skye's attitude remained unchanged.Hector let out a deep sigh of disappointment."Don't hesitate to come find me if you need anything," he said, looking at Maysie, who nodded and smiled faintly.After greeting them, Hector left the chamber.Talisha turned to Maysie and said, "I'll be right back," before running out of the chamber."Hector, wait," she called out to him. Hector stopped, and Talisha appro
In the days leading up to it, Hector found a way to distract himself from constantly thinking about Skye.He asked the king for assignments, searched for books on topics that interested him in the vast library, read them, discussed unrelated subjects with the king, and did whatever else he could to stay occupied.The day passed quickly, but the night tormented him as he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, unable to escape the image of Skye burning in his mind.Despite feeling a strong urge to find her, he often refrained because he didn't want to disrupt Skye's peaceful slumber.Hector demonstrated great patience and courage as he resisted his temptation and succeeded. The third day dawned.He woke up feeling the same heaviness in his chest because he missed Skye. Her smile, laugh, and blushing cheeks betrayed her feelings toward him whenever he made her laugh or leaned in for a kiss.He sat on the bed with his feet resting on the floor. He rested his elbows on his knees, buried his he
Skye brought her face closer to the window and squinted to look better at the two people walking arm-in-arm in the garden.Although Skye couldn't see their faces, she recognized Hector's distinct build and long black hair.The figure next to Hector was a woman, but she was unrecognizable. She wore a cape, and the hem of her dress protruded from it. She was also much shorter and more petite than Hector, who stood beside her.Her heart sank; had he already replaced her? She clenched her fist to her chest, pursing her lips. Her eyes watered, and her vision blurred.Just a moment...She quickly wiped her eyes on her dress sleeve.That coppery long hair, sure she had seen it before.But, of course, her lips spread into a smile. How did she not realize it earlier? She was her…"This girl is Eithne, Maysie. Eithne!" she said with a laugh of relief.Maysie looked down at the girl in the garden and then at Skye. "You know her?"Skye quickly nodded. "She's Lennox's sister, Hector's best friend.
Eithne's face flushed in shame as she jerked back and ducked her head. "Excuse me, it was a mistake," she said, fidgeting."I just wanted to give you a kiss on the cheek to thank you for the kind words you said to me, but now everything has become complicated and...""Shhh... It’s okay, Eithne. Don't worry," he said, hugging her shoulders and rubbing them gently. "It was just an accident. Nothing serious happened. Let's forget about it.""Does that mean you're not angry? And will nothing change between us?" Eithne asked, looking up at him."Of course I'm not mad, and of course you're still my little sister," he reassured her, gently rubbing her head.Eithne giggled in relief. "Okay, you convinced me. I was worried for a moment that you didn't want to see me in your eyes again.""Hector laughed softly. 'If it was anyone else, it could be a problem. But since it's you, I know you didn't do it intentionally or with bad intentions.''I'm glad you understand that. Can we go inside now? It'
"You've hardly touched your food," Maysie said sadly, eyeing Skye's almost-full plate."I'm just not very hungry," Skye replied."Maysie sighed, picked up the food tray, and carried it to the table by the door, hoping the chamber would only smell food once a maid came to collect it.A sudden knock echoed through the room as Maysie placed the tray on the narrow table. Her eyes widened, and she hurried back to Skye. "What's wrong?" Skye asked, sensing the tension. "Someone's knocking on the door," Maysie replied, trembling slightly.Skye sat up nervously. "Did you ask?"Maysie nodded."Okay. Ask who is and come to tell me.""Okay," Maysie replied and moved towards the door. "Who is this?" she asked, her lips almost touching the door.“It’s me Maysie, Roisin. Please let me come in. I am not here with bad intentions; on the contrary."Maysie didn't answer and turned back to Skye. "It's Roisin and she says she didn't come with bad intentions, but quite the opposite."Skye furrowed her brow
Maysie reluctantly agreed with Skye's suggestion. She knew Skye was right and could see no other way out of their predicament. However, she was still unsure how to justify their actions to the person they would meet. She asked Skye, "What exactly should I tell him? How can I convince him to join us in this endeavor?" Skye responded, "Just tell him the truth. We can trust him. He is on our side and won't betray us.""Okay, I'll go now under the pretense of returning the tray of food.""I will be waiting here for you. Good luck!"Maysie agreed to take the tray and left the chamber, walking down the hall. Different from Skye, Maysie knew her way around the castle and rarely got lost. During the hours she provided her help in the castle, she spent a lot of time moving around with Talisha or the maids. Although she may have yet to discover the castle, she was familiar with most of it, particularly the area around Skye's chamber, which she frequented the most.Walking down the stairs, inten
The soft knocks on the door gradually grew louder and more forceful."Eithne, please open the door. I know you're inside.""No, please go away. I want to be alone," came the reply from inside the chamber.Hector stared at the closed door, anxious to know what had happened. It was rare to see Talisha so upset. She had rushed to him, pouring out her heart as she explained that she had seen Eithne in a terrible state running down the corridor, and she was almost sure she had heard her crying."Please, Eithne," he said softly, barely audible. He decided that it was useless to insist. He would try another time again, maybe the next day. He turned to leave, feeling confused about what had just happened. One thing was clear to him: things didn't turn out how he expected or wished for. He rubbed his neck. What went wrong?The swish of the door opening made him snap his head back.Eithne's head appeared in the opening."Come in," she said. Her familiar smile was absent, her eyes were red and p
Hector was lying on his bed with his arms folded beneath his neck, gazing at the ceiling as he pondered Skye and Eithne in different ways.On the one hand, Skye was the woman he loved with all his heart, but he began to doubt her true nature. On the other hand, Eithne was the girl he cared for like a little sister, and she was deeply hurt after offering herself to help.With the arrival of dawn, he stirred from his bed and made his way toward the balcony door. As he approached, the darkness that had enveloped the outside world began to recede, making way for the faint light of the impending sunrise.He didn't know what to do— or rather, he knew —and that was to talk to Skye.Was it possible that he made a mistake with her?Maybe her behavior was the result of what she had been through. That was the only excuse he could think of.But that didn't justify hurting those who cared for her.He let out a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead. His thoughts were jumbled, leaving him confused and dis
"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