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his mother and I would both support the match. Torrian has not shown much interest in any particular lass up until now.”
“But he’ll be chieftain one day, and I…”
“It does not matter where you live or who your people are. If you two have feelings for each other, it might be worth pursuing them. His grandmama supported all of her descendants choosing their own partner. She was unconcerned with matters such as blood ties.”
“But the Buchans…” Though Heather was shocked and pleased to hear that the Ramsay women would be willing to accept her, she did not wish to get her hopes up for something that could never be. And she still suspected that such happiness might be beyond her.
“Both Brenna and I suspect that the matter will not work out the way our king hopes. But we’ll see. I just wanted you to know that we support you, should Torrian choose to pursue you. I respect a woman that prefers independence, as I was much like you before I met Logan. I stayed a distance away from everyone due to a personal issue, but I never realized what I had been missing. ‘Tis beneficial to allow others close to you.”
Having said her piece, Gwyneth headed into the cave after the bairns. “What are my wee lassies doing in here? Are you cleaning since Heather and Nellie have not been here in a while?”
Jennet, Brigid, and Nellie came running toward her, hands linked. “Mama,” Brigid said, “will you kill a rabbit for us so we may examine its insides? Nellie said she would look with us.”
Gwyneth rolled her eyes. “Nay. No surgery without Aunt Brenna. You know the rules.”
Sorcha and Bethia stood behind the wee ones. “But could we not help them hunt for their dinner? Surely, we may practice our shooting.”
Heather noticed they each had their own bow and quiver.
“Aye, I’ll take you two hunting for a wee bit before we return to the castle.”
Heather wished she had enough confidence to ask for lessons from Gwyneth, especially after all she’d learned from Torrian. She decided to stay back and watched as the younger girls started to play a game with sticks and stones, aiming at a target outside. Nellie’s face was bright with excitement at having so many friends, a completely new experience for her.
It was enough to make Heather feel guilty for having deprived Nellie of the experience of being around others her age. Heather could not help but wonder how different their lives would be if they lived with the Ramsays.
Chapter Six
After the evening meal, Torrian got up from his seat by the hearth and made his way over to Davina. He held his hand out to her and said, “Would you care for an evening stroll in the bailey, my lady?”
Davina gave him a demure smile, her lashes downcast, as she set her hand in his. “That would be lovely, my lord.”
Torrian kept his eyes off his sire and the other men around the hearth. He’d already decided at dinner that he was not interested in Davina, but he couldn’t yet put his dislike into words. His best strategy would be to talk to her as much as possible to try and uncover exactly what it was he didn’t trust about the lass. Then he could decide what to do moving forward.
Torrian helped her on with her mantle and then escorted her out the door of the great hall. One of the most unusual things about the Buchan great hall was the apparent lack of females. “You have only brothers, Davina? No sisters?”
They made their way through the center of the courtyard. He was pleased to see there weren’t many about, which gave them the freedom to talk more openly.
“Aye, just two brothers. My mother died when she was birthing her fourth bairn, and the bairn died as well. I was between five and six summers when she passed, so I have few memories of her. Do you have sisters?”
“Aye, I am close with my sister Lily, and we have two younger sisters, Bethia and Jennet, who is only six summers.” He watched her as she sauntered down the path. There
“But he’ll be chieftain one day, and I…”
“It does not matter where you live or who your people are. If you two have feelings for each other, it might be worth pursuing them. His grandmama supported all of her descendants choosing their own partner. She was unconcerned with matters such as blood ties.”
“But the Buchans…” Though Heather was shocked and pleased to hear that the Ramsay women would be willing to accept her, she did not wish to get her hopes up for something that could never be. And she still suspected that such happiness might be beyond her.
“Both Brenna and I suspect that the matter will not work out the way our king hopes. But we’ll see. I just wanted you to know that we support you, should Torrian choose to pursue you. I respect a woman that prefers independence, as I was much like you before I met Logan. I stayed a distance away from everyone due to a personal issue, but I never realized what I had been missing. ‘Tis beneficial to allow others close to you.”
Having said her piece, Gwyneth headed into the cave after the bairns. “What are my wee lassies doing in here? Are you cleaning since Heather and Nellie have not been here in a while?”
Jennet, Brigid, and Nellie came running toward her, hands linked. “Mama,” Brigid said, “will you kill a rabbit for us so we may examine its insides? Nellie said she would look with us.”
Gwyneth rolled her eyes. “Nay. No surgery without Aunt Brenna. You know the rules.”
Sorcha and Bethia stood behind the wee ones. “But could we not help them hunt for their dinner? Surely, we may practice our shooting.”
Heather noticed they each had their own bow and quiver.
“Aye, I’ll take you two hunting for a wee bit before we return to the castle.”
Heather wished she had enough confidence to ask for lessons from Gwyneth, especially after all she’d learned from Torrian. She decided to stay back and watched as the younger girls started to play a game with sticks and stones, aiming at a target outside. Nellie’s face was bright with excitement at having so many friends, a completely new experience for her.
It was enough to make Heather feel guilty for having deprived Nellie of the experience of being around others her age. Heather could not help but wonder how different their lives would be if they lived with the Ramsays.
Chapter Six
After the evening meal, Torrian got up from his seat by the hearth and made his way over to Davina. He held his hand out to her and said, “Would you care for an evening stroll in the bailey, my lady?”
Davina gave him a demure smile, her lashes downcast, as she set her hand in his. “That would be lovely, my lord.”
Torrian kept his eyes off his sire and the other men around the hearth. He’d already decided at dinner that he was not interested in Davina, but he couldn’t yet put his dislike into words. His best strategy would be to talk to her as much as possible to try and uncover exactly what it was he didn’t trust about the lass. Then he could decide what to do moving forward.
Torrian helped her on with her mantle and then escorted her out the door of the great hall. One of the most unusual things about the Buchan great hall was the apparent lack of females. “You have only brothers, Davina? No sisters?”
They made their way through the center of the courtyard. He was pleased to see there weren’t many about, which gave them the freedom to talk more openly.
“Aye, just two brothers. My mother died when she was birthing her fourth bairn, and the bairn died as well. I was between five and six summers when she passed, so I have few memories of her. Do you have sisters?”
“Aye, I am close with my sister Lily, and we have two younger sisters, Bethia and Jennet, who is only six summers.” He watched her as she sauntered down the path. There
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