![]() Her eyes alight with mirth moved continuously over the many faces until settling on one golden head in particular working mercifully alongside his warriors.Īs if aware of her gaze, Fallon straightened and turned. “I cannot abide my stifling chambers a moment longer.” “Alana-“ Nettie interjected her musings, “-have you a care for the babe?” she demanded. They caught eyes and after a moment, he tilted his head with a silent smile before returning to his labor. The tiny girl, undaunted by Ranulf’s warrior face, giggled delightfully before fleeing in the direction of her playmates.Īlana continued to watch the scarred warrior as he gathered to his massive height, such an impeccable force, yet capable of easing a child’s hurt. The child smiled despite her pain and Ranulf righted her easily to her feet before playfully tapping the bridge of her nose. Alana watched in wonder as the big warrior, appearing massive aside the little girl, gently whispered words of something soothing to ease the child’s hurt. Alana stiffened, prepared to aid the small child but was taken aback and stilled with awe as the scarred warrior knelt before the teary child. The little girl took a hard fall, landing roughly to her knees. ![]() It was than that Alana spied the child, Kinsley’s wee sister, hastening to catch up with the other children. He moved about in his usual loner manner, moving timber too and from. Her gaze traveled further until finding the imposing stance of Ranulf. She spied sweet, old Agatha passing pitchers of water to the many laborers straining vigorously beneath the afternoon sun, among these laborers she spied Ivan winking playfully at the lass Kinsley as she passed him with a softening stare, whilst Gavin fell in at his side, nudging his beguiled friend jerkily with a hint of a grin before finding Nettie with all the love in his eyes. Her smile widened as her eyes swept the many faces around her. There was naught on this day that could keep her at bay, even her sweet cousin’s bantering. “What are you doing?” she demanded once she reached Alana.Īlana’s eyes swept Linden countryside and all its inhabitants working tediously in rebuilding the village. “Alana!” she resisted a grin as Nettie came running, her voice strained with disapproval. ![]() Her eyes rose to the cerulean sky and watched as white clouds drifted lazily by and she would forever remember the day that narrowing path brought her Norman to her. Her smile broadened as she smoothed a hand over her budding belly to the nestled babe within. She felt that dull ache within her chest, reminding her all too well of a certain McLeod blade but the daunting notion brought naught but comfort. She was Lady Macaulay-wife to the Fallon ‘The Fury’. I want to thank all my wonderful fans and friends in supporting, motivating and encouraging this story!!! You have been absolutely wonderful and without you, my stories would be without breath.
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