The Veiled Lass

Chapter Six

She sobbed violently; the veil sticking to the wetness of her eyes.

"Why did yee address the Laird's son in that manner anyway?" Hamish asked tenderly as he wrung more water onto her tattered back.

Elspet's back was a menagerie of bruises, shallow gashes, deep lash marks and pale scars. As promised she had been punished and Laird Douglas had made to sure it was brutal for she had disgraced him and forgotten her station.

Elspet bit into the leather belt between her teeth to smother her cries as Hamish moved the warm rag blindly down her back muttering apologies under his breath. The belt was Hamish's and a familiar taste for lashing were not foreign to her; It tasted of sweat and despair.

Hamish finished washing her back before fumbling his hands around on the cot till he found the thin strips of linen and begun the slow task of locating and bandaging the pained lass's back.
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She dominated his thoughts every day.

Every hour.

Every minute.

Every second.

A searing pain bloomed in Breac's side as he was snapped from his reverie. Ennis stood smirking holding his now bloody broadsword. He towered over Breac as his spar partner hunched over to clutch the shallow yet long wound to his side. "I quite enjoy this view I don't get to look down upon yee often," Ennis bragged heartedly.

The statement did ring true though. Breac along with his brothers Braigh, Balfour and their father Laird Macdonnell were the tallest men in their clan and probably all of the highlands. Ennis was not slight in form either though he stood merely inches under Breac and possessed the same dark masculine features yet he had ceraline eyes which was quite strange but helped him with the lasses.

"Donna get used to it!"

Breac stood tall and slammed his broad sword upon Ennis's and the spar begun again. Soon after it ended with Ennis on his knees Breac dragged himself up the stone steps and into his bed of furs.

"Breac.."

"Yes love?" He breathed softly brushing his hand softly down her veil covered cheek.

"I'm ready."

"For what lass?" He crooned trailing his fingers down her neck and shoulders.

"F­-for yee to see me face."

His chest filled with anticipation as he moved both hands to the edge of the veil and slowly begun to lift the veil.

"Elspet..."

"Yee having a dirty dream, B​reac?​"