My Brave Highlander by Vonda Sinclair

Author:Vonda Sinclair
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: scotland, historical romance, highlander, scottish romance, highland romance, alpha male, romance historical, highlands historical fiction, scottish highlands, scottish historical romance, romance 1600s, romance adult historical, scotland history, highlander series
Publisher: Vonda Sinclair

Chapter Fourteen

Isobel and Seona Murray made their way down the stairs toward the great hall for supper. Isobel was not entirely sure she would get along with Seona. The lass was pretty and quiet, but a slight scowl was her usual expression.

"Is something the matter, Lady Seona?" Isobel asked.

"Nay." She produced a forced smile.

"You can tell me. I won't tell anyone." Isobel lowered her voice and whispered, "Certainly not you-know-who. I ken well what it is like to live amongst a clan not your own. One that you're marrying into."

Seona nodded. "I thank you for understanding. 'Tis simply that I don't yet ken what the future holds."

"Aye, well, none of us do."

Just outside the great hall, Keegan bowed to them. "Lady Seona, Lady Isobel, how lovely you both look this eve."

"I thank you, sir." Seona curtseyed.

Isobel mirrored her actions. "Master Keegan."

"Please allow me to escort you both to the high table."

Isobel certainly didn't need an escort. Upon seeing Seona's bright blush, she realized why he was paying so much attention to them.

"You two, go ahead. I must see if I can find Lady Jessie," Isobel said as an excuse to give the two a few seconds alone.

Seona gave her a pleading look. Isobel waved her onward with a smile. After glancing around and not seeing Jessie, she followed them.

Keegan pulled out a chair for Seona and then one for Isobel. Her eyes met Dirk's for a moment, and he sent her a wee secret smile, then she seated herself beside Seona.

Once Keegan walked away, Isobel leaned in closer. "I saw that," she whispered.

"What?" Seona questioned.

"I'm thinking he is smitten with you."

"Shh." The other lady's blush was fiery as she glanced around to see who might be listening.

Isobel held back a giggle, then whispered, "He is a handsome one." Keegan resembled Dirk, so naturally he would be attractive.

"Oh, do stop, I beg of you."

Isobel grinned and glanced along the table to find Dirk observing her with much interest.

Aiden sat in the chief's larger chair—which simply didn't seem right to Isobel. And his scowling, but larger, younger brother sat beside him one chair over from Isobel. Maighread took the seat between them, and Lady Patience sat on Seona's other side. Though Isobel did not relish sitting beside the woman, if Maighread made any malicious comments about Dirk, Isobel would be more likely to hear them.

During supper, tension permeated the air so strongly Isobel could hardly concentrate on her food—venison stew and bread, and then a course of roasted grouse, onions and parsnips. The few times Isobel had snuck a look at Maighread, the older woman had been glaring swords and daggers at Dirk. He'd sent a few dangerous looks his stepmother's way as well.

Maighread murmured something to Haldane, but it was so low Isobel couldn't hear with the roar of conversation in the great hall. What were they plotting?

Dirk talked quietly to his uncle and Laird Rebbinglen. Wide-eyed and fidgety, Aiden watched those around him. He appeared out of place and uneasy with the situation, especially since his mother's arrival.

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