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flew to her feet, walked around the table, and closed the distance between them. She lifted her head, and by the way she was unsteady on her feet, he swore the daft lass was standing on the tips of her toes in a futile attempt to look him level in the eye.
    â€œEngland and Scotland have been warring for centuries, Mister Murray, yet somehow Scotland has never won.” Lifting her skirts, she brushed his arm with her shoulder and took a few steps away from him.
    That was until he called after her and stopped her dead in her tracks. “ Cuine a chì mi a-ris thu , Grace?” When will I see you again? He made certain he said the words as though he spoke to his lover, which obviously had the desired effect because her whole body stiffened, and then she left him without a backward glance. Fagan’s mood was suddenly buoyant. He wasn’t exactly sure why he loved to unnerve Princess Grace, but he had one hell of a time doing it.
    â€œWhat happened with Torquil?”
    Fagan turned around and let out a chuckle. “My apologies, I didnae recognize ye without Ravenna strapped to your body, my laird.”
    Ruairi folded his arms over his chest. “Arse.”
    â€œAye. The wee sister seems to have taken a liking to stalking the lad. Donna worry upon it. I talked to Torquil, and Lady Grace will speak with Katherine.”
    â€œOur home has certainly changed, has it nae?”
    â€œYe should’ve thought about that before ye decided to wed the lass. So many women under one roof will surely put us all in an early grave.”
    Ruairi chuckled. “Let me know if ye still see trouble brewing between Torquil and Katherine. Mayhap my lovely wife and I will have to have a chat with them. I cannae have a bloody war within my walls between my own kin.”
    Fagan followed Ruairi out into the bailey where the first round of Walsinghams was ready to depart. Lord Casterbrook, the unlucky betrothed of Princess Grace, and Lord Mildmay, Ravenna’s uncle, would soon be nothing but a distant memory. Fagan had to admit that he was much fonder of the latter. There was something about the poor bastard who captured Grace’s heart that Fagan didn’t like.
    He couldn’t place his finger on anything in particular, but Casterbrook was odd. Then again, look who the man was marrying. Fagan didn’t think a priest could handle Lady Grace’s obstinate behavior any better. But what man in his right mind would agree to take on such a burden? That was truly a mystery, one Fagan had no interest in solving.
    Noticing Elizabeth standing by herself against the wall, Fagan approached her. “Lady Elizabeth, how do ye fare?”
    â€œOh, I’m quite well. Thank you, Mister Murray.”
    â€œYe donna have to stand on such propriety. Ravenna calls me Fagan. I would be honored if ye would call me the same.” When she gazed around the bailey and a look of sadness passed over her face, he added, “Donna worry. Ye’ll be able to visit your uncle, and I’m sure he will come to visit ye.”
    â€œDoes Laird Munro ready his mount as well? I don’t see him.”
    Fagan lifted a brow. “Ian? Aye. It will nae be long before all are out from underfoot.”
    â€œAnd does Laird Munro come here often? I heard Laird Sutherland say that he doesn’t live that far from the Sutherland border.”
    â€œFirst of all, Ruairi would be cross with ye if he heard ye call him Laird Sutherland now. Ye are part of this clan. He is Ruairi. I am Fagan. Understand?”
    Elizabeth smiled. “Yes.”
    â€œI know Munro may frighten ye with his fierce looks, but donna fash yourself over him. He will nae bother ye. Besides, ye are under Ruairi’s protection. Ye have my word that nay harm will come to ye here. Ye are safe, Elizabeth.”
    The lass spoke in a rush of words, shaking her hands in a nervous gesture before her. “Oh, you misunderstand. Laird Munro doesn’t frighten