Hector was lying on his bed with his arms folded beneath his neck, gazing at the ceiling as he pondered Skye and Eithne in different ways.On the one hand, Skye was the woman he loved with all his heart, but he began to doubt her true nature. On the other hand, Eithne was the girl he cared for like a little sister, and she was deeply hurt after offering herself to help.With the arrival of dawn, he stirred from his bed and made his way toward the balcony door. As he approached, the darkness that had enveloped the outside world began to recede, making way for the faint light of the impending sunrise.He didn't know what to do— or rather, he knew —and that was to talk to Skye.Was it possible that he made a mistake with her?Maybe her behavior was the result of what she had been through. That was the only excuse he could think of.But that didn't justify hurting those who cared for her.He let out a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead. His thoughts were jumbled, leaving him confused and dis
Hector's hand trembled against his temple, the weight of Skye's words reverberating mercilessly in the depths of his soul. "Annulment?" he echoed, the word foreign and jagged on his tongue, a stark contrast to the warmth and familiarity of their relationship.Had he heard right? Had Skye just asked him to call off their wedding? The wedding he had patiently waited for twelve years to make come true and was finally a reality? A dream that had finally come true, but with just one sentence, that dream was destroyed, leaving only ashes behind. Memories of all the good times they shared flashed past him rapidly, each a painful reminder of what was slipping away. He remembered all the kisses and caresses they had shared, each touch now a bitter memory. He felt his muscles freeze as her once warm and sweet gaze turned ice like a frozen landscape, replacing all the words of promise for a beautiful future with a chilling emptiness."What did you say?" he asked. His voice remained steady, but h
Talisha's eyes, brimming with unshed tears, met Hector's with a silent promise. "I'll support you," she whispered, her grip on his hands a lifeline in the storm of uncertainty."This is not what I expected. I'm truly sorry. I can't understand the king's reasoning, but I will help you. All I can think of is that he's holding on to hope. If you and Skye reconcile, you may not be able to get married again, at least not in the near future. It may not be possible to get married at all.""I see. Maybe he didn't tell me that so he wouldn't upset me. So what the king is trying to do is to protect whatever eventuality arises?"Talisha nodded. "I know what to do, don't worry. You have come to the right person. I am the only one who has access to Skye's chamber whenever I deem it necessary. And now it is of great importance. Don't worry, I'll handle it. She's not going to notice anything I do. And what can I say? I hope everything goes smoothly and gets resolved. Do you want me to talk to her as
The girl stood up, and Talisha took her hand. She took the empty basket, and they headed for the exit."I'll send another maid to collect your tray later," Talisha said. "Continue eating in peace. Enjoy your food, and have a great rest of the day."Talisha's words were a distant echo as the door shut, sealing her in solitude once more. The untouched tray of food lay forgotten as she drifted towards the window, her gaze lost in the relentless downpour.As she gazed at the torrential rain beating down on the lush foliage, she watched the tiny rivulets that had emerged on the earth, tracing their way through the landscape.Each droplet was a note in the symphony of her despair, the rivulets on the glass a map of her shattered expectations.She noticed the candlestick was still beside the wardrobe, burning the candles. Its flames danced with a warmth she couldn't feel; their flickering light starkly contrasted with the cold emptiness clutching her heart. Her breath hitched, poised to exti
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