An hour later, Eveline’s hair was partially upswept in a jeweled comb, while the rest was left to flow down her back. She wore a gown the colors of an autumn sunset. Russet, amber, and golden hues were woven into the fine material. Each stitch was intricately set. Eveline shone like a thousand suns. Not even the bruises on her face could disguise her beauty.
“The men await,” Robina said. “Let us go before they grow impatient. They wait on us to begin the festivities.”
Eveline descended the stairs behind her mother and when they entered the hall, she looked upon her husband standing by the hearth and was taken back to the time when she’d first laid eyes on Graeme Montgomery.
He’d been standing, just as he was standing now, and she’d felt the vibrations in her ears from his low, rumbling voice. She’d been fascinated by him from the very start.
He turned, his gaze settling on her as she stood across the room. There was deep satisfaction in his eyes, and then he started across the hall in her direction.
Her mother smiled and left her side to go to her husband. Graeme stopped a foot in front of her and held out his hand.
“You look beautiful, Eveline,” Graeme said.
She slid her hand into his and let him lead her to stand before the fire while they waited for her father to begin the seating.
Teague and Bowen were a short distance away, conversing with Brodie and Aiden. When they saw her, however, they broke away and came to stand with her and Graeme.
Bowen leaned in and kissed her cheek. “ ’Tis wonderful to see you looking so lovely, little sister.”
Eveline’s face warmed and she returned his affectionate gesture with a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”
Teague then leaned in and kissed her other cheek. “You’re a fierce lass, Eveline. I’m glad you’re on our side.”
She laughed as joy and happiness filled her soul.
Graeme glanced around the rapidly filling room, and then he looked up at Tavis. Tavis made a nodding motion with his head and Graeme led Eveline to the raised high table. He seated her at the head of the table, where by all rights her father should have sat. She frowned when he turned her sideways in the chair so she faced the rest of the room.
Then to her utter amazement, he knelt before her, drawing her hands into his.
“Close your eyes, Eveline,” he said, softness in his eyes.
She obeyed without question, closing her eyes and turning the room to darkness. It was an unsettling sensation, not being able to see or hear, but Graeme’s hands were tightly around hers, and she knew she’d never come to harm when he was near.
Then she felt an intense vibration blow through her ears. She knew he’d spoken, nay—he must have thundered it for her to feel it so keenly.
He lifted her hands and pressed them to his chest and then the words rumbled out of his chest again, fluttering through her ears until it caused an itching sensation deep within. It was almost musical, though she hadn’t heard him exactly. But it was soft and soothing, the closest she’d come to actually hearing in three long years.
And suddenly she knew what it was he said. Nay, she hadn’t heard the words, but she’d felt them. In her heart. In her very soul.
Her eyes flew open and she saw the evidence in his eyes. There for the world to see. The entire hall was silent and gaping at the hulking warrior on his knees before her.
“You love me,” she said in wonder.
He smiled. “Was there ever any doubt?”
She turned to her father who was standing a few feet away, his arm around her mother. “He loves me!”
Her father’s shoulders shook with laughter. “Aye, I think the whole of Scotland now knows it, lass. Do you not have anything to say back to the lad?”
Eveline turned to her husband, her hands leaving his to frame his face. The stubble of his beard rasped over her palms, but she cradled his beloved face in her hands, her thumbs smoothing over the hard lines of his cheekbones.
“I LOVE YOU!” she roared, determined to yell it every bit as loudly as he had.
There were winces throughout the hall. Others openly laughed. Still others applauded. There were wide smiles, but none as wide as her husband’s. He grinned so broadly that his cheeks looked ready to split. Overwhelming joy danced in his dark eyes. He reached up to touch her face, his fingers trailing down her jaw.
“Aye, I know it, wife. And the whole of Scotland likely knows it now, too.”
CHAPTER 49
Eveline rode before Graeme on his horse, turned sideways so she was nestled firmly against his chest. One arm was wrapped solidly about her body, while the other held the reins and guided the horse up the rise that overlooked the Montgomery holding below.
He pulled up, pausing as they stared down over Montgomery land. He turned to look at Eveline so she would see all he had to say.
“Can you be happy here, lass?”
She smiled and turned her gaze to the beautiful land covered in green and budding flowers. “I am happy wherever you are, husband.”
He touched her cheek so she’d look at him once more. “Those who betrayed you will no longer threaten you.”
Eveline’s expression saddened, her heart growing heavy. “What will be done to them?”
“The men were executed. Kierstan has been banished from the clan.”
Eveline winced even though she knew there had been no choice. They had brought great danger, not only to her, but to the entire Montgomery clan. Many lives could have been lost. Kierstan had also threatened the safety of Eveline’s own kin, the Armstrongs.
“Where will she go?” Eveline asked softly.