A/N ( Comment below what t.v show book adaptation this dress is from and get a sneak peak of the next chapter private messaged to you.) (P.S Don't cheat..it's not classy)
"Come on Braigh your little love will be just fine."
The younger highlander growled softly at his awaiting brother as he fussed over his lover.
"Hamish do not leave this room, there are mean not only from the Macdonnell clan but also from Alpine and Douglas. They will be highly drunk and raucous. I donna want you anywhere near that. You stay in my room and if you need anything you send my brother to come fetch me."
Balfour whined "Why do I have to stay to?"
Breac laughed "Because last time ye came to a feast you drank yourself under the table and almost fortnicated with a goat."
"I did not! I merely was found asleep in the pen!"
Braigh mussed his younger brothers hair "Yes asleep and naked with a nanny goat cuddle by your side"
"Come on Braigh the feast has nearly began"
The servant boy grinned and patted his highlanders cheek. "Go and enjoy yourself darling"
The two eldest Macdonnell's then left and followed the sound of drinking and festivities to the main hall.
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"It's truly beautiful, I canna thank ye enough"
Grant chuckled from the doorway as he watched the beautiful lass stroke the silver embroidery of her dress admiringly as a handmaiden fussed over her long locks.
"I must say it suits you beautifully, when your father spoke of your pale beauty I knew silver would be most appropriate. My mother had dark hair and pale skin much like you..she always adored wearing silver and it was most becoming of her."
"He is not my father.."
The Laird crooked a thick eyebrow "Excuse me?"
"Laird Douglas is not my father. Merely my ward"
Grant watched her cautiously "I apologize if I bring any offense"
"Don't apologize you couldn't possibly have known."
Grant smiled softly at that.
Once the handmaiden was done she stood beside Elspet fidgeting.
"Ye are dismissed lass"
The handmaiden skittered out quickly.
"I've never seen a dress this fine even on Lady Mae" The dark haired lass's voice was full of wonder her eyes staring at Grant's through the mirror.
"I've never seen a lass as fine as y-"
The word's died in his mouth as his betrothed brushed her fingers across the tops of her breast reverently.
"A little scandalous don't ye think?"
Grant quickly focused back on the girl's eyes.
"Yes, quite scandalous"
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The Veiled Lass
Historical FictionTo wear the veil meant life, to remove it meant death. To love is to be scorned, To scorn is to love.
