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rolling around in her head, “Are ye married Broderick?”
“Nae Elisabeth, marriage is not for me. ”
“ Me either. How old are ye Broderick?” N onchalantly she swept her unruly hair over to the side of her shoulder she attempted to plait her coppery locks , pretending she was having a normal conversation with the handsome laird.
“Nine and twenty Elisabeth.” H e answe red with a smirk, obviously entertained by her straightforward questioning.
Nodding she, looked at the fire, “I am sorry you’ve had to take care of me for so long, to share your space must not be easy .” R efusing to take he r eyes off the blaze before her, s o much had changed so quickly. Her family was gone; she was sharing a room with the most eligible man around, not to mention the most attractive. She was weak and helpless, her emotions were uncontrollable , and she was completely out of her element .
“Ye are easy to get used to lass, never apologize for being here Elisabeth. As you’ve made your vows, I have made mine .” H e watched her for a moment before asking, “Are ye married Elisabeth?”
“Nae Broderick, marriage is also not for me .”
“Your age?”
“Three and twenty .” S he replied softly, looking back at the fire.
Letting the conversation die, she tucked her feet underneath her and wrapped his tartan closer aroun d her. His smell was comforting. S itting before the fi re she watched the flames dance as Broderick sat with his head resting back in the chair with his eyes closed.
***
Sleep claimed her within the hour; the warmth of the fire and full belly had put her back to sleep easily. Still extremely weak from the blood loss, Broderick knew it would take her a while to build her strength back up. He was simply delighted to see the young woman awake and coherent once again.
Several hours slipped passed; he had enjoyed sitting in peace beside her. Resting his eyes and enjoying the warmth, he’d open his eyes long enough to cast his gaze over to her ensuring she slept comfortably in his large chair throughout the night as he sat next to her in his chair . Hearing her shift in the chair he e ventually he stood up and gently lifted her up with ease. He walked softly across the room towards his bed; he didn’t want to wake the sleeping beauty in his arms. Setting her down, he pulled the two tartans over her slim figure , followed by his warm covers. Conn and Isla had chosen a spot at the end of the bed on the floor, curled together the two great shaggy hounds settled in for the night.
She had impressed him tonight; she was no t demanding, nor vain. She did not order nor complain. She was humble and curious, w ell spoken and obviously intelligent. He could see her pain, physica lly and emotionally in her face , yet she never complained once . Either she had a hard time masking her emotions or she simply let her guard down and showed him who she truly was.
He almost expected her to act like royalty, to be snobbish and demanding. Inste ad, she was the exact opposite. Granted, she was weak as a wee kitten, but she had not acted like what he expected. For a woman known to be hell on the battlefield, he expected her to act like she was in charge , like a spoiled royal.
He knew she would continue to push to join his army when they went south to wage war; he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Time would tell if she could regain strength enough to hold a weapon again , if she couldn’t, there would be no way he could let her join. It would be a death sentence.
Even without the pea ce treaty between the MacMillan and the Drummond clan, he would have still sought out justice for the fallen clan. It was his d uty to ensure justice was dealt. Broderick and Kendrix, along with their elders had already agreed to wage war once the frost thawed.
Walking back to his leather chair he had occupied only moment ago, he sunk down and sighed . Now that she had awoken, he felt somewhat uncomfortable crawling into bed
“Nae Elisabeth, marriage is not for me. ”
“ Me either. How old are ye Broderick?” N onchalantly she swept her unruly hair over to the side of her shoulder she attempted to plait her coppery locks , pretending she was having a normal conversation with the handsome laird.
“Nine and twenty Elisabeth.” H e answe red with a smirk, obviously entertained by her straightforward questioning.
Nodding she, looked at the fire, “I am sorry you’ve had to take care of me for so long, to share your space must not be easy .” R efusing to take he r eyes off the blaze before her, s o much had changed so quickly. Her family was gone; she was sharing a room with the most eligible man around, not to mention the most attractive. She was weak and helpless, her emotions were uncontrollable , and she was completely out of her element .
“Ye are easy to get used to lass, never apologize for being here Elisabeth. As you’ve made your vows, I have made mine .” H e watched her for a moment before asking, “Are ye married Elisabeth?”
“Nae Broderick, marriage is also not for me .”
“Your age?”
“Three and twenty .” S he replied softly, looking back at the fire.
Letting the conversation die, she tucked her feet underneath her and wrapped his tartan closer aroun d her. His smell was comforting. S itting before the fi re she watched the flames dance as Broderick sat with his head resting back in the chair with his eyes closed.
***
Sleep claimed her within the hour; the warmth of the fire and full belly had put her back to sleep easily. Still extremely weak from the blood loss, Broderick knew it would take her a while to build her strength back up. He was simply delighted to see the young woman awake and coherent once again.
Several hours slipped passed; he had enjoyed sitting in peace beside her. Resting his eyes and enjoying the warmth, he’d open his eyes long enough to cast his gaze over to her ensuring she slept comfortably in his large chair throughout the night as he sat next to her in his chair . Hearing her shift in the chair he e ventually he stood up and gently lifted her up with ease. He walked softly across the room towards his bed; he didn’t want to wake the sleeping beauty in his arms. Setting her down, he pulled the two tartans over her slim figure , followed by his warm covers. Conn and Isla had chosen a spot at the end of the bed on the floor, curled together the two great shaggy hounds settled in for the night.
She had impressed him tonight; she was no t demanding, nor vain. She did not order nor complain. She was humble and curious, w ell spoken and obviously intelligent. He could see her pain, physica lly and emotionally in her face , yet she never complained once . Either she had a hard time masking her emotions or she simply let her guard down and showed him who she truly was.
He almost expected her to act like royalty, to be snobbish and demanding. Inste ad, she was the exact opposite. Granted, she was weak as a wee kitten, but she had not acted like what he expected. For a woman known to be hell on the battlefield, he expected her to act like she was in charge , like a spoiled royal.
He knew she would continue to push to join his army when they went south to wage war; he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Time would tell if she could regain strength enough to hold a weapon again , if she couldn’t, there would be no way he could let her join. It would be a death sentence.
Even without the pea ce treaty between the MacMillan and the Drummond clan, he would have still sought out justice for the fallen clan. It was his d uty to ensure justice was dealt. Broderick and Kendrix, along with their elders had already agreed to wage war once the frost thawed.
Walking back to his leather chair he had occupied only moment ago, he sunk down and sighed . Now that she had awoken, he felt somewhat uncomfortable crawling into bed
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