The Veiled Lass

Chapter Eighteen

Breac sometimes fantasized about walking in on his wife having a bathe,Her being coy then them falling into the sheets.

The lanky blind lad sprawled in front of his hearth and way too close to his naked lady was never really apart of the equation..

"I'm assuming by the labored lustful  breathing and the heavy footsteps that it is you Sir Breac?"The scrawny lad questioned with a snarky smile.

"Or maybe it's that fact that it's my bed chambre?"Breac shot back.

The top of the dark haired lass began to appear until she was peeking over the side to peer at Breac;Only dark hair and violet eyes were visible as she hid the rest of her face behind the basins edge.

"Why are yee covered in blood?"Elspet asked concerned.

"Why are yee covered in water?"Breac countered back.

"Why that was original"Hamish snickered

"Ham.."Elspet admonished before gesturing at Breac for him to turn his back to her.He obeyed and turned to face his large oak door.

Elspet rose from the wash basin moaning softly in pain as the action tugged at her stitches and her battered body protested.She quickly grabbed a fur from Breac's bed and wrapped it around her dripping body."Close your eyes"Elspet ordered softly as she approached him.

Breac sighed but closed his eyes regardless.

The first touch sent a shock through his body and, as more touches followed as her hands wandered sadly over him he realized the lass was checking him for injuries.He reached out blindly and caught her hands.

"Shush Im fine lass"Breac reassured her.

Elspet made a soft tutting noise causing Breac to chuckle." I assure you the other guy looks much worse"

Elspet began to pull away from him but Breac caught her hand and brought her closer. " Lass I want to show you something"Breac began to open his eyes and Elspet began to struggle in his arms. "No please donna look at me Sir"

"Elspet please trust me and donna struggle yee will hurt yourself again"

Her struggling ceased.

He lead her over to one of the large oak tables in his room and gestured for the lass to sit sit on one of the accompanying stools.

Breac ground his jaw as he looked over her. She was dripping wet and innocently wrapped in one of his prize furs and its was as if she had danced out of one of his own dreams.He shoke his head.No this was his time to make a point to her to help mend her broken thoughts of herself not lust after her.

Breac combed his finger through her long dark hair.The ends were already beginning to dry and curl at the edges.He then separated her hair into three even sections and slowly and messily he began to plait her soft brunette hair.

Once he was done Breac grabbed a leather satchel from the top of the table and pulled out an object wrapped in rabbit skin. Elspet watched curiously as he unwrapped the object.

A mirror.