HIGHLAND SONG BWWM

Chapter Thirty-Two

"Aye, I do."

"Then I'll be giving you this." Morag lifted her arms and it was covered by a tartan. It was pretty with an awful amount of colors, but what stood out was the browns and golds. "His mother wasn't from this area, She was a McClauren and his father and she argued mightily, but I knew from the moment they set eyes on each other, they were meant to be." Morag sniffled, which caused the three women's jaws to drop.

She quickly stepped forward and started wrapping the plaid over the gown. "I be wanting you to wear it. His mother's plaid twill remind him of the good days, aye." She moved back and nodded sharply before she waved them on. "Now go, Lass, go."

Lyla looked down at the plaid before she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the older woman's body and hugged her tightly. "Thank you," she said with full sincerity in her voice. She pulled back, her eyes watering. "You welcomed my sister and me though we were completely foreign. Thank you... grandmother," Lyla sniffled, trying not to cry.

"Och, aye, none of that, lassie." She brushed the tears away for Lyla. "'Tis too bright of a day to become watering pots, err the food is done." She motioned for Ericka and Meg to come forward, though both were near tears. "Now take this woman down to meet her husband."

"Yes."

"Aye, we will."

With that, Lyla was escorted downstairs, and all she could think was finally.

The movement out of the corner of his eye caught Gavin's attention. They had set up the Great Hall for the ceremony and his people were dressed in their best. None were covered in dirt, as many had taken a risk and washed in the cold weather. The smiles and approval of his men made this day even more special, though his right-hand Alec had been strangely quiet when he'd mentioned young Ericka's still pending departure.

The man had agreed to take the Maitland's daughter's hand in marriage. Gavin wondered why now he seemed unsure of his choice. He glanced behind himself to Buchanan whose nose was still slightly purple. Gavin thought it was only fair as he had his fair of bruising from Lyla when he courted her.

Hearing gasps and murmuring, he turned his attention towards the front and felt his stomach drop to his feet. She was beautiful, his woman. Her eyes were shining with something he'd rarely seen directed at him, but now she glowed. Her skin, eyes... everything. This foreigner who'd been thrown on to him now was the light of his life. She smiled a shaky smile when she saw him, and as her sister led her to his side as Meg fell back into the crowd, he wondered why he'd waited so long to claim her.

When she arrived at his side, her sister placed her hand in his, but before she moved away, she spoke in whispered words. "I'll give her to you today, but if any harm comes to her from your hand, I'll be the one to take your life."

She drew back from him and smiled an innocent smile before she turned and joined the crowd, pointedly nowhere near Alec, or the Buchanan Laird, both of which kept shooting her unreadable looks.

Lyla, seeing Gavin's smile turn weary, leaned forward and asked, "What did she say?"

"Ah, nothing, Lass. 'Twas nothing."

She leaned back, giving him a suspicious look, but it quickly changed in focus as the Father stepped forward, his voice heavy as it spoke the word of marriage and bonding.

Gavin answered, but his eyes remained on the woman who was on his arm. Today, she would become his and he would never allow anything in this world to take her from him.

Ralph pulled up his mount, his eyes going to the large keep that stood out among the rolling hills and cliff where he could hear the crash of cold sea waves.

"Do you really believe their words?" Lisa asked as she pulled her mount alongside his. Ever since they'd met with that Aberdeen fellow, Ralph's behavior had turned cold, and even now, his eyes held only an eager light for bloodshed. "He could have been lying."

"For what?" Ralph said, turning his angry gaze towards her. "He didn't even know who we were, he simply wished for the coin." Ralph turned his eyes back to the keep like it was a dragon to be conquered. "No, it makes sense as to why they haven't been answering messages HQ sends out lately. They've been taken for that-" He stopped, gritting his teeth, his hands tightening on the reins before he jerked them up, forcing his mount to turn. "We'll strike tonight. Luckily, that Aberdeen Laird said he'll give up shelter."

Lisa glanced from the keep to Ralph's back. She still didn't feel right about that Aberdeen person, especially not his son, who'd been the one to approach them for the coin as he'd supposedly lost a bet and needed it to assuage his angry father.

She followed Ralph's example and followed him back into the woods. She just hoped they weren't making a huge mistake.