The Highlander's Lass; Arran's Story

Chapter 7 Arran

The moment I saw Maisie standing there. The moment I took in the gown she was wearing, the way it hugged her body, her corseted breasts peeking out from her gown. The hue of blue makes her hair and eyes only more beautiful then they already were. Was the moment I knew that Maisie was the woman I wanted. My hardened manhood only agreed with that sentiment. I wanted to know what it would be like to see her writhing in pleasure naked in my bed. To bury my face between her legs and never leave. Those thoughts accompanied me as I escorted Maisie and her mother down to the Great Hall. I knew it was wrong, that Maisie was not my wife. But I did not give a damn about that anymore. All I cared about was Maisie Hamilton, and making her mine. I had spent all afternoon planning the way I would do that. How I would tell Maisie how I felt about her, how I would plead for her to be mine. To show her what a man could do to a woman that he loved and wanted to cherish. Seeing how she was dressed tonight only made me more determined in my pursuit of her. Made me more determined to achieve my goal.

We entered the Great Hall just as the feast was beginning. I was once again taken with just how well Davina, along with Mrs. Mactavish planned the feast. There were garlands hanging from the rafters, filling the air with floral scents. The tables were overflowing with bouquets of flowers and food. The tables were set up along the walls, to make room for dancing in the center. A group of musicians were already playing in the corner. Adding to the liveliness of the room. It was then Fey ran up to us. She looked beautiful in her plaid dress, her raven hair cascading in waves down to her waist. She had her flower crown on, and the red ribbon still braided in her hair from earlier today in the village. She really did take after her mother. Though her fiery personality came from her father. She was the best combination of both Gavin and Davina.

"Maisie, you are so beautiful. Just like an angel," Fey said with a giggle. Maisie laughed and knelt down in front of the little girl. So Fey could see it too, Maisie was an angel sent to us by God.

"Thank you Fey, you look beautiful yourself. Like a true Wallace lass," she replied. Henry, her cousin, came to stand by Fey. He offered her his arm.

"Spoken like another angel," he replied. Fey took his arm. Giggling the whole time. She was also grinning from ear to ear. Maisie stood up as Fey pulled Henry toward the dance floor. No one was dancing, but that did not stop Fey. Fey would have Henry dancing in seconds.

"Henry should be careful with his words, if Gavin had heard them. Henry may have gotten himself killed," I whispered. Leaning forward so only she could hear the words. Maisie gasped when my breath hit her ear. She turned to meet my gaze, finding my face much closer than expected. But she did not pull away. Instead Maisie let out a small laugh. A laugh that sounded like music to my ears. Music I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.

"I am sure that Henry is playing along, Fey is only ten. I am sure it is nothing more than a girlhood fancy. Something she will get over the moment she becomes a woman," she replied. I simply shrugged knowing my brother. Knowing how protective he was over his only daughter and heir. We walked over to the main table where her mother had already taken her seat. She was sitting beside Davina. Both in an intimate conversation already. I was seated to Gavin's left, with Maisie sitting beside me. I saw Gavin gave me a small wink. That bastard did it on purpose, clearly he saw my feelings for Maisie. We both took our seats as the servants brought out the food to place at our table. I leaned toward Maisie so she could hear me.

"Ye do look beautiful Maisie, the color really does suit you," I said. Her cheeks flushed with color again. I am sure she would have a permanent blush all evening. She took a sip of her wine. No doubt to calm her nerves.

"Thank ye, I am glad that ye like my gown," she replied. We then began to eat. A comfortable silence falling over our table. As if we were all already family. I saw Gavin keep looking at Maisie's mother. I knew that they had business to discuss today, but exactly what they were speaking about was a mystery to me. Soon enough couples began to fill the dance floor. Gavin stood up and offered his hand to his wife. Which Davina gladly took and they both made their way over to the dance floor. Their eyes never left one another as they danced. They always looked so in love. So happy together, I wondered if that was a possibility for Maisie and I? If that would be us in the near future.