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
Welcome, everyone, to my new story. I am so happy you decided to join me on this journey. I hope you enjoy it. I want to share some info about the story. 1/ Story is set in the real world of medieval Scotland in 1309 a.c.I am referring to historical settings that existed and maybe still exist. 2/ All my characters are creations of my imagination—even the king.I can't take an actual historical figure and make him into the king that my story needs.It would be unfair to the king himself.For this reason, I created a new king as I needed him. With his whims and oddities and his square judgmentWith his laws, rules, and of course, his Orders. 3/ Mainly, it will be a romantic story, but sometimes there will be violent and bloody battle scenes. I hope all of you enjoy it. And finally, If you like it, please let me know with a comment. P.S. For the readers of "Finding the Heart of Magic," who may also follow me on this journey, I would like to inform them that the story will contin
Eilean Donan Castle (or the island of Donan), Scotland, 18 July 1309 Skye realized he was a new groom-to-be as soon as the door opened, and she saw him standing tall, with his long black hair neatly combed and groomed in his formal clothes. His kilt looked new, vividly highlighting the blue and yellow colors of the clan he belonged to, but Skye couldn't identify which that clan was, and besides, she didn't care at all. She couldn't remember seeing before in her life a whiter white shirt than the one this unknown young man was wearing. On the other hand, her uncle seemed to know him very well as he welcomed him warmly with intimacy, which was something Skye knew well he didn't usually do. Skye headed somewhere out of the way and sighed out of boredom. Another dull and meaningless night awaited her, enduring her uncle and the guest talking about business. She watched them from her corner until she saw her uncle searching the place. Once he tracked her down, he beckoned her over, and
Skye glanced at Lennox to catch sight of his reaction. That was what interested her anyway. The sooner she was rid of his presence, the sooner she would find her peace again.She smirked in triumph at the reddish color the guest's cheeks had taken. He was holding the cup in his hand and twirling it.The uncle abruptly stood up from his chair and looked at Skye with narrowed eyes.Skye prepared to face him, but Lennox stood up."My lord, let's put aside all this. It don't matter at all, and believe me, it don't concern me anyway. You have done an excellent job with the scotch, congratulations," he told him.The uncle looked at him and seemed to calm down. He sat back in his chair."Yes, you are right, Lennox, and forgive me. I don't know what happened to me. I usually don't react like that."Skye brought her cup to her mouth. "Right, not usually, but you always reacts that way uncle" he muttered to herself and took another sip. "How is your father, Duke Cameron?" the uncle asked Lenno
Skye chose to return to the dining room after seeing the servants leave.She made her way with soft steps toward her seat. "Here I am," she said. "I wasn't late, was I?" Added avoiding looking at them. "Oh, dessert is here too. Lovely!" she said, trying to make her excitement sound realistic. Wearing a big smile, she served some of the forest fruits and nuts on her plate. She took a blackberry with her fingers and put it in her mouth. Her aunt turned and looked at her; her eyes opened wide. Skye took the message and picked up her fork."Is everything okay, Skye?" Uncle asked her as he took his cup to drink some of his drink- he wanted to appear calm and that it was a simple question without meaning, but his glance over his cup burned her."Yes, uncle, everything is fine," she replied as she turned her attention back to her plate.Suspicions began to arouse in her mind that the uncle had understood the reason for her absence.But what mattered to her was that the servants would not be