"Little brat," Malcolm growled through his gritted teeth lowering his hand.
"And now? What are we going to do, my lord?' Fiona asked. Her trembling voice carried desperation.
She had followed Malcolm to the bottom of the stairs, but she had stayed back a few steps and watched the entire scene.
Malcolm turned and looked at her. "What can we do?" he asked her calmly as he started to walk towards the living room, clasping his hands behind his back.
His head was slightly bowed, which Fiona had learned to recognize over the years at his side. Malcolm was cogitative.
Fiona followed him in silence.
"You know very well that every prospective groom is not obligated to marry Skye," Malcolm continued. "He has the right to choose. This was the king's order when I had first submitted my request to the king's scribe. And the same was in force for all the times I had applied for the same request in the last three years."
"When can you apply again?" Fiona asked, putting her hand to her forehead. All this stress and anxiety about marrying Skye had worn her out. She often suffered from headaches.
Malcolm looked at her with pursed lips. "There's a problem," he divulged.
Fiona let out a hard sigh and closed her eyes. "Oh, no, god. What kind of problem?"
"We have run out of prospective grooms that fit Skye's age."
Fiona furrowed her brows and took a step closer to him. "What do you mean we have run out of prospective grooms?"
"I mean exactly what I said. I think it was clear. There is no other young man I can invite to the castle. In the last three years we have invited everyone who was out there available."
"What??!!" Fiona put her hands over her mouth and rolled her watery eyes. "So that was it? Have we lost all hope that Skye will get married and finally get out of here? But she is already nineteen years old. One year more, and no one will want her for a wife. No one will want to marry an old maid and become a laughing stock in his family and social environment. Alas! She will stay here forever. I won't take it, Malcolm." Fiona put her hands on her head and started pulling her hair, ruining her perfectly styled hair. "I mean it. I can't stand it any longer. I don't want her in here anymore. I can't stand her!"
Tears started rolling down her cheeks.
Malcolm walked over to her, grabbed her hands, and pulled them away from her head, preventing her from hurting herself further. He held her hands in his for a moment and gently grabbed her shoulders. Fiona looked up and looked deep into his black eyes. Somewhere in the far end, she saw the flame of his passion flickering again, and she smiled faintly.
She had loved him since she was a thirteen-year-old girl and he was fifteen. She loved him from the first time she saw him in the backyard of their home in their village in the Lowlands.
He had come to exchange some flour for eggs. Little Fiona had watched the whole transaction hidden behind her window curtain in her room.
It was the first time she had seen that handsome and strong boy, and he had managed to scar her heart forever with his image from that very first time.
It was the first time her heart had begun to pound in her chest differently. Since then had never stopped beating in the same way at his sight, no matter how many years had passed, no matter if his black hair had started to turn gray at the temples and wrinkles had begun appearing around his eyes and forehead.
To her, he would always be the boy with black hair and sparkling black eyes. She was perfectly aware that she was no longer thirteen years old. She knew it; she saw in her mirror every day that the time that had passed had taken with it the coolness and freshness from her face and body.
And at that moment, as she looked at him, her heart began to race precisely like it had when she was thirteen. She never stopped adoring him even though he had hurt her many times with his harsh and abrupt behavior towards her. But he had never hit her. Never.
Malcolm strode over to the low table by the fireplace. He took a cup and a bottle of scotch.
"You want some too?" he asked, showing her the bottle. Fiona shook her head, answering 'no.'
Malcolm poured some of the drink into his cup and took a sip.
"Her behavior today was insufferable. This time was the worst of all. Skye outdid herself in the ingenuity of insults." he said and clenched his fist. "I don't know how I held on and didn't grab her by the neck."
"Oh! Malcolm!" Fiona said softly and walked up to him. "I agree, it was worse than ever. There were several times I wanted to slap her, but I held back."
Malcolm smiled and placed his hand on her cheek, cupping her jaw with his fingers.
"Unlike you who were an excellent hostess exactly as I asked you to be. You only spoke when Lennox addressed you and you didn't interrupt us in our conversations. Well done, my dear. Well done!"
Fiona's face relaxed into a smile. She felt her skin burn under Malcolm's hand and wished to kiss her, but to her great dismay, he didn't.
He lowered his hand and turned his back on her, walking towards the large window.
"I wish I could punish her as she deserves," he expressed.
Fiona strode up to him.
"I can do it for you. Ah, let me punish her. I also want her to get what she deserves."
Malcolm shook his head as he continued to look out. It was getting darker.
"You know very well that this is not possible. It doesn't matter which of the two will punish her. I will take the rap for it in the end as lord of this tower."
"They won't know. It has been several months since the last time the king's emissary came with that handmaid to check. They may never come again."
Malcolm turned sharply and looked at her. His gaze was intense on her. The muscles in his jaws twitched as he clenched his teeth.
"Do you want me to be executed by the king? Do you wish to be a widow, Fiona?"
A small scream came out of her mouth as she took a step back, and her eyes widened. Was it possible to think such a thing about her?
She firmly shook her head in the negative. "N-no, never," she sobbed. She crossed the three paces that separated them and threw herself on him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "No, never," she repeated.
Malcolm didn't send her off like other times when Fiona dared to get too close to him.
Malcolm didn't scold her like other times when Fiona dared to get too close to him.
He hugged her by the shoulders, and Fiona's chest filled with joy. Her body relaxed from the tension she felt, and she closed her eyes. A smile appeared on her lips.
"I am leaving for the king's castle tomorrow morning. I will ask to be granted a hearing with him. The issue with the burden that loaded us must be resolved now," he announced to her with a steady, lower-pitched voice.
Skye ran to her room. She got inside and closed the heavy door behind her. She leaned against the door, trying to regain a normal rhythm in her breathing.Her eyes were filled with tears of despair."Monster!" she muttered through her gritted teeth."My Lady, what happened?" A young girl approached her with quick steps. She touched her gently on the shoulder. "Come let me help you sit down."Skye was lost in her thoughts, but the girl's voice brought her back to reality, and she left herself in her care.Skye broke away from the door, taking a step forward. Her legs were shaking, and so were her hands. The girl saw this and wrapped her arm around her waist to support her better."Are you okay? What happened, my Lady? You worry me." She led her to the bed and helped her sit down."Let me get you some water. I just brought a jug of fresh and cool water. It will benefit you."She came back holding a glass of water. She put it to Skye's lips and responded by taking a few sips."Very good!
The next day Skye woke up very early due to her worry.The darkness inside her chamber was starting to break, and she could make out the silhouettes of objects. It was beginning to dawn.She got off the bed and walked over to the window. Her chamber faced the east, and when she drew aside the curtain, the sun was beginning to rise, outspreading an orange-red color over the mountain slopes.Oh! She had to hurry.She took off her nightgown and put on one of her dresses without wasting valuable time choosing one as she used to do every day.As soon as she was ready, she hurried out of her chamber, heading to the kitchen. She knew that most of the servants were there at this time early in the morning.She went down the stairs and saw Maysie carrying fresh water in a wooden bucket."My Lady, has something happened? Why did you wake up so early? I'm just now bringing you your morning water," Maysie ran to her and sputtered without taking the appropriate breaths.Skye gently touched her arm.
The official courtier left, and a few moments later, Lennox entered the royal throne room with a broad smile."At last, Lennox!" he was welcomed by King Cinaed. The wrinkles of the long waiting had disappeared from King's forehead."King Cinaed, I understand your agitation, but the journey from Lord Malcolm's castle was a long one. My men and I came directly here, without stopping, not even to sleep at night. We only rested the horses for a couple of hours so that I could be here as soon as possible as you had asked me to."A relaxed smile crossed King's face. "That makes me doubly pleased, Lennox, and I want you to know that. So, before you tell me everything that happened at dinner in every detail, I guess you're hungry, aren't you?'Lennox placed his hand on his stomach. "The truth is, that yes, I'm hungry.""Good, because I have ordered to have food ready for us in the dining room. Let's go before the food gets cold," the King encouraged him.Lennox straightened his body, taking o
The following day, the King saw Lennox and his men out early in the morning. Lennox thanked him profusely for his hospitality, and the King wished them a pleasant journey.The King entered the castle as soon as the company had moved away, and all that was left was a cloud of dust.He headed towards the library where he had his office, but a step before entering, he saw his clerk almost running towards him."Your highness, please wait," he shouted to be heard over the distance that separated him from the King, "it's important."The King stood, and when the clerk approached him, he asked what had happened."I have drawn up the decree and I would like you to review it. We have not many days left. Also I would like you to check the names of the young ladies I have chosen so far and tell me if they are approved or not. But…" the clerk bit his lower lip.The King took a deep sigh. "Tell me, Glenn. I have work, and you're delaying me.""I'm sorry, Your highness," he apologized and bowed his
Malcolm's jaw dropped open.What he had just heard was not at all the answer he expected.He fell to pieces. All his hopes had just vanished.Why should the King oppose him? What did he care who a girl he hardly knew would marry?"But my king, I don't understand why…" he began to say, trying to change King's mind. It was unthinkable for him to leave idle.He wanted to finally get rid of Skye, if possible, on the same day, at the exact moment.The King raised his hand abruptly, and Malcolm stopped talking."You can go in peace Malcolm. I'll see to it that a groom is found for Skye. You will hear from me soon, very soon."Malcolm's eyes twinkled. "Oh, Your Highness!" he exclaimed. "You have no idea how much joy your words will give to Skye.""Yes, yes, I can imagine. Especially Skye will be delight." said the King raising his eyebrows as he spat out his words ironically."Yes, of course" Malcolm nodded his head. A big smile remained plastered on his face.The more the King saw this, the
It was Lord Malcolm's second day away from the castle, and it was already noon.Since the previous afternoon, Fiona had not left the large window that viewed the bridge, the only passage connecting the land to the castle.Sitting in her comfortable armchair, she was either reading or embroidering. She did not leave her spot even to sleep in their chamber at night.But Malcolm was nowhere to be seen, and Fiona sighed for the umpteenth time. She felt Malcolm had been gone for days, not just one or two. Evil thoughts began to invade her mind and tyrannize her. What if something had happened to him?No, no, she reassured herself by vigorously shaking her head to banish her unwanted thoughts.The time passed slowly and excruciatingly. This happened every time Malcolm had to be gone for more than a day; for Fiona, it was every time, like time had stopped.Skye also had the same feeling of 'dragging time,' but for different reasons. Her mind could not be calmed by the thoughts that her uncle
Skye returned to her chamber, but no one was there to share her rejoicing.She closed the door and leaned against it. The broad smile on her lips was pinned there, and her palm pressed against her deliriously beating heart.She still couldn't believe that she had been worried these two days for no reason. Why hadn't she known earlier that her uncle had just gone hunting?She started laughing, jumping, and dancing, spinning around until her legs felt like they couldn't hold her anymore, and she collapsed on her bed. She felt the tension leave her body, leaving her relaxed and calm. A gentle breeze came in from the open window, cooling her glowing cheeks. Skye closed her eyes, and without realizing it, sleep took her sweetly in its arms.Soft knocks on Skye's door failed to wake her up.The banging became more intense, and a voice was heard. "Lady Skye? Can I come in?" it was Maysie.Skye forced her eyes open and sat up on the bed. She grabbed her head, still dazed from her deep sleep.
Skye tried hard to remain calm and show no emotion. The good thing was that her uncle and aunt couldn't hear her heart, which had begun to thump in her chest.A decree from the King?Years had passed since the last time a decree had come from the King to the castle, and she was a little girl then; there was no matter of her marriage. So she wasn't that interested. But now things were different, she had grown up, and the issue of her marriage was now on the table. She shuddered at the idea that the decree might be about her this time—an order to a forced marriage.Skye swallowed hard."De-" she started to say but caught the hoarseness in her voice and stopped. She cleared her throat. "Decree from the King? A- and what does it say?"The uncle waved his hand casually."No, it's no big deal. His majesty invites us to attend an event that will take place in the King's castle. As it says in the decree, he decided to stage a farewell event to summer and welcome the coming autumn.""Just that