Skye felt a sudden chilliness strike her to the core and took a step back.What did Donncha mean by Hector being a murderer? And who had he murdered?"Damn, Donncha, stop it." Hector whispered harshly and gritted his teeth, stealing a glance at Skye, hoping she hadn't heard what his brother had said. He didn't want to find out this way. He would tell her himself when the time came."It's the truth, isn't it?" Donncha answered."You will never come back in your right mind, will you? Hector fretted. “Let me help you get up, and lay you on the bed. I will also call the doctor just to be sure.""Do not touch me!" Donncha shouted, pushing Hector's hands off of him."I'll get up myself." He turned his body to the side and rested his hand on the floor, he put strength in his hand to stand up, but his hand wasn't able to hold him in the condition he was in, and the body collapsed on the floor.On his second attempt to get up, Hector grabbed him despite his objections, carried him to the bed,
Immersed in her thoughts, she gazed out the window at the setting sun. The high heat had begun to subside, and she opened the window to breathe in fresh, cool air. Today was a long and intense day.So that was it! She was going to get married, and there was nothing it could be done, to prevent it.Her life as she knew it had changed radically, and there was no going back. She would get a husband by force. She felt cold and crossed her arms, rubbing her arms to warm them. She didn't want to close the window, although the cold wasn't coming from outside.The soft knock on the door made Skye flinch slightly and turn sharply towards the door."Who is it?" She asked. She didn’t expect anyone."It's me, Talisha," came the reply."Come in," Skye replied as she started walking towards the door.The door opened, and Talisha appeared with a huge smile."I just saw your uncle's carriage leaving and I won't hide from you that I was sad that you didn't come to say goodbye before you leave, but the
Sitting in the royal carriage, they passed the castle's great gate bound for Lord Malcolm's castle.Skye had Hector opposite her and Talisha next to her.In the morning, Talisha visited her in her chamber and happily announced that she had received permission from the King to join them on the trip. Skye felt so relieved.That permission had saved her from the enormous embarrassment of being alone in the carriage with Hector for many hours. She straightened her white dress at her feet and rested her hands on her lap.She couldn't wait to get to the castle and meet Maysie. Hector had already explained to her that if Maysie agreed to come with them, nothing could stop them. He had with him a decree written by the king himself. All they needed was Maysie's positive response.Skye sighed. Deep down, she was sure Maysie would agree to follow her, and she wished her instincts hadn't misled her.As the hours passed, her heart swelled with yearning. It would be great to have a loved one by he
Talisha walked over to Skye. She stroked her shoulders and hair. But she didn't say a single comforting word to her. What could she say to her that would give her the slightest comfort? How could she ease her pain? There were no words that could do it. She was shocked herself. She knew Maysie herself. She met her whenever she came to the castle to see Skye. Maysie pampered her by bringing her tea and biscuits.Talisha liked her very much. She remembered that Maysie was a cheerful girl, full of vitality and love for life. Talisha was secretly grateful for the existence of this girl because that way, Skye wasn't alone; she had company.And now that Skye was ready to offer her a chance at a better life, away from here and together, that happened. Maysie was no longer with them.Fiona stared blankly at Skye."How did it happen?"Fiona turned and looked at Hector, who had asked her the question."When we came back she was already on her last breaths. The servants told us she was bitten by
A new scream escaped from Skye's mouth and covered it with her palm.Her heart began to pound at the hope that blossomed in her chest.She laid a hand over her heart, her eyes welled up. "And where is she now?" he asked him.“They have her dumped in a small storage room outside the house. They have forbidden all of us from helping her. Lord Malcolm threatened us that we will suffer the same, but I don't care if Maysie can be saved. And you are her only hope. That's why I was waiting for you. In her fever she babbles, and whispers only one name" Fergus paused and his eyes filled with pain, "Only your name, Skye." he whispered. His voice cracked.“Hector!?” Skye said and looked at him. Now tears were running from her eyes and her lower lip was trembling.Hector nodded. "Of course. We're going to get her. We're going back to the castle" he shouted toward the coachman.Hector looked at Skye who smiled with the new hope born in her heart. He took a deep breath, feeling his own heart swell
It was the third time Hector had asked the coachman to slow down.With every jolt of the carriage, Maysie moaned in pain. Her face became blotchy even more; she pursed her lips and closed her eyes tightly.As the carriage slowed down, Skye's heart raised heartbeats as her concern about Maysie's fate started to fill out her heart.One thing only troubled her mind, her entire being- to get there before it was too late.Now the carriage was moving slow, excruciatingly slowly, but what mattered was that Maysie seemed calmer, her face had relaxed. She wasn't in pain anymore.Once again, Skye caressed Maysie's face."Hold on Maysie." She whispered and gently pressed a moistened cloth on her lips. Maysie's lips moved, but no sound came out.Skye looked at Talisha."Maybe she's trying to say something," Talisha surmised.Skye focused her gaze on her and shook her head. “No, Maysie, don't get tired. Don't talk." She stroked her hair.Maysie's lips moved again. "S-sk-ey" was just a whisper tha
The next day late in the afternoon, Hector's two men returned from the King's castle, where they had gone to deliver the message Hector had written to him.As soon as Hector saw them, he rose from the shade of the apple tree where he was sitting and approached them."Well?" he asked them.The men gave him a broad smile."The king gave us an answer - an order as he called it. He didn't seal it because he wants you to read it too before handing it over," the man told him as he got off the horse. He opened the leather pouch on his saddle and took out a rolled-up papyrus. "Here it is. This is the King's decision,” he said to Hector, handing it to him.Hector took it in his hands and opened it. He read it quickly and smiled.After what he had read, he immediately forgot the sleepless night he had spent."Where are the carriages and carts?" he asked them."They're on the road, they're on the way. We just moved faster to inform you. The carriages and carts will not come here to the village,
When Skye finished reading she took a deep breath and looked at him."Can such a thing be done?" he asked him showing the scroll she was holding."For the king to say so, it can be done," he answered her calmly. "What is your opinion, though?" he asked her.Skye rolled up the papyrus carefully and held out her hand to return it to him. Hector reached out to grab it, and for a fleeting moment, his fingers accidentally touched hers.Hector was close enough to hear her small, sharp intake of breath. Skye lowered her gaze and fixed it on the ground.He smiled seeing her cheekbones having a sudden flush of a pale pink color.Although his touch was fleeting on her fingers she felt their warmth like a wave washing over her. The heat had gathered mostly in her face which felt it burning. When the heat from her face receded, she felt safe and looked up to face him."You asked my opinion, right?" she asked, looking him straight in the eyes.Hector nodded. "Yes, I did.""Since it's the king's or