Taming Her Highland Legend by Greyson Maeve

Author:Greyson, Maeve
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2021-12-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Evie had sent word by her maid that she would be with him soon. Quinn paced the circumference of the wishing pool, his attention locked on the door that would bring her to him. He’d mulled this over all night and knew it to be the right thing to do. But now, he must convince Evie. A morning stroll through the flowers, the orchard, wherever she wished to go. The garden was the perfect place to make her see they should wed today. Why wait? She had spoken of no kin who needed to be informed, and as far as the clan was concerned, they were as good as married anyway. Even Father Gabriel had agreed with his reasoning.

“There ye be,” called out a voice that didn’t belong in the garden. At least, not on this day.

“Did I not send ye to secure our borders?” Quinn turned and glared at the hulking blonde warrior, second in command to his trusted war chief, Kendric Macwaters. Rosstan Corbett. One of the few men in this world he trusted with his life.

“Kendric called me back to protect ye. Ye wouldna have me ignore our war chief, now would ye?” Rosstan flashed a smile that didn’t diminish the concern in his eyes. “I’d not even reached the border when the runner caught us and said yer horse had returned without ye.”

“My horse wouldha needed a new master if not for the woman I plan to marry this day.”

“Today?” Rosstan frowned and jerked a thumb toward the courtyard. “Not a soul mentioned a wedding feast this evening.” He tipped his nose higher and pulled in a deep breath, nostrils flaring. “And I dinna smell the roasting pits. Cook always lights them well before dawn when preparing to feed a proper gathering. No boar? No fowl?” With a teasing wink, he tilted his head. “Dugan said ye had taken another blow to the head. Is this woman real, or is it time to lock ye in the tower for yer own safety?”

The soft thud of a door made Quinn smile. He shoved past Rosstan with a hand extended. “Good morning, my betrothed.” He took in her new attire and heartily approved. The maids had done well. Transformed oddly dressed Evie into the lovely Lady Evaline. “Ye’re lovelier than the dawn,” he said as he brushed a kiss to her cheek.

She twitched away, as though startled by his greeting. A nervous frown creased her brow as she pressed a hand to her cheek. “Uhm…forgive me for keeping you waiting.” She failed at a convincing smile. Instead, she nervously fiddled with the narrow belt of gold braiding resting low on her hips. “The girls and I had a slight disagreement about garments.” Wincing, she adjusted the copper circlet shining at her crown. The headpiece, decorated with simple knots and whorls, accentuated the rich darkness of her hair. “This thing will be the death of me. A migraine for certain.”

“Migraine?” Quinn repeated, thankful that her deep blue kirtle hid the cleft of her arse that her strange trews had displayed for all eyes to see.

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