The Veiled Lass

Chapter Three

Breac's room was much like his cloak.

Large, warm and filled with his masculine scent. The room had two large windows on the far right that were covered by tapestries, much like the surrounding three walls. A large hearth dominated the far wall and burned bright with warmth, along with a four poster timber bed that stood to the far left covered with animal pelts and thick warm wool.

Elspet admired the room for quite some time once she had been returned to an upright position. "I'm going to go fetch a basin lass stay here." Breac ordered softly before closing the large oak door behind him.

 Elspet made her way towards a large table that sat below the windows. The table was littered with weapons from small intricate dirks to long intimidating broadswords. Elspet ran her chilled fingers lightly over the blades admiring them.

"Yee like dirks lass?" The voice startled Elspet and she turned quickly to meet Breac's gaze. He smiled softly and began to drag the bronze wash basin towards the hearth.

 "Aye sir, I think my father collected weapons.. I have faint memories of him but I can remember sitting by his feet as he polished his swords and oiled his leathers. I believe my father might have been a warrior," Elspet explained as Breac walked in and out of the room filled the basin with hot water. Elspet leaned against the wall watching the man curiously. He was devilishly handsome and masculine but he seemed as gentle as a lamb.

Breac smiled satisfied when the tub was full and moved to get a wedge of soap as well as two sheets for her to dry off with.

Elspet watched him curiously as the man began to pour scented oil into the basin and swirled the mixture with his hand then stood and smiled brightly at her. 

"It's ready lass I'll be outside and guard yee door yoller if yee need me." Breac explained before leaving her alone in his chambers.

After watching him leave, Elspet slowly approached the basin as she tipped her hand in experimentally. She then pulled off the Lairds sons cloak away from her shoulders and folded it before placing it neatly on the edge of the bed. 

Soon after she pulled her threadbare dress off and folded it on top of the cloak, then lastly removed the veil and un plaited her hair. Elspet then slowly eased into the basin and let out a small gasp.

It felt divine.

The water smoothed over her skin soothingly and full of promise. The water smelled of crisp mint and lavender and made her skin soft as silk. She felt herself body thaw and muscles relax. Elspet made a small moan of content as the water scrubbed away all the dirt, frost and pain from her body.

Breac groaned against the door, he sat against the door twirling his dirk in his hands. The elusive lass was making small innocent noises of content that went straight to his groin.

 Most would run from a veiled lass but it only made Breac want to stay. She was different, she wasn't trying to gain his affections or his money or the title of Lady Macdonnell like every other women. She was shy and innocent and a mystery.

A mystery that Breac wanted to solve.

The sound of water sloshing and noises of contentment stopped. After a while Breac assumed the lass had finished with her bathing and rose from his protective position and quietly opened the door as to not spook the lass and the sight before him caused his mouth to dry and his shaft rouse.

She stood upright in the basin; water cascading down her body in ripples. Her skin was like fresh cream and roses and her body was petite yet womanly with soft curves. Dark chocolate hair tumbled down her back and ended above her round perfect bottom. 

Her face was hidden but Breac could only assume it was just as beautiful.

Elspet stood facing the hearth basking in its warmth when she heard the large chamber door creak. 

Elspet cried out in panic and quickly jumped out of the basin clumsily and grabbed chemise and dress pulled them on messily and quick as lightening before placing the veil upon her wet face.

 She made small sniffling sound as if crying and quickly fled from the Laird's son chamber before he could even make a protest.