Toby kept on walking, petting the kitten and realizing that Wallace’s statement, though he’d not meant to do so, had unearthed thoughts of Ailsa. As she gazed up into the blue sky and breathed the fresh air, she realized that she missed her sister very much. The loss was still shocking and painful. She was starting to feel some guilt that her growing relationship with Tate had given her momentary reprieve from her grief. She felt some remorse that she wasn’t completely miserable day and night from the loss of Ailsa. The more thoughts of her sister haunted her, the more she found herself hurting for the life cut short.
Toby wandered around the circular keep, realizing when she was very nearly at the doorstep that she had come upon the chapel. She paused a moment, gazing at the rough-hewn door to the tiny sanctuary and feeling tears sting her eyes. Ailsa was in there and so was deep pain. But she had to face it. With the cat in one hand, she pushed open the door and entered the cool, dark room. It was barely big enough to hold more than a dozen people at any given time. Very small lancet slits cut into the outer wall allowed some light to enter, but it was still dark and eerie and smelling of the fresh dirt from Ailsa’s burial. Setting the kitten down near the door, she made her way to the fresh grave near the altar.
As she stared down at the dirt, the tears came. They popped out of her eyes and onto the fresh earth. She knelt down, her hand on the grave, guts aching with grief.
“Oh, Ailsa,” she wept softly. “I wish I could tell you all that has happened since you went away. There is so much to tell. So much you were right about.”
The chapel remained still; no one answered her. Toby sat down next to Ailsa’s grave, now both hands in the soft, cold dirt.
“You asked me once if Dragonblade could marry me,” she whispered, tears coursing over her lips and falling to the floor. “Would you believe me if I told you that he could? I am to become Lady Dragonblade and I cannot even tell you that. I cannot even watch you rejoice about it and then scold you to keep quiet.”
She thought of her sister, skipping around, cheering at the prospect of her sister marrying Tate. Toby closed her eyes miserably, sobbing as visions of a jubilant Ailsa filled her thoughts. Her head was lowered and her eyes closed so that she did not see the chapel door open slightly; a faint stream of sunlight trickling in as Tate entered silently and closed the doorbehind him. Toby did not hear him; all she could hear at the moment was her sorrow.
She sat next to the grave for quite some time, her fingers in the dirt, thinking of her sister and wondering how she was going to get along without her. She was expecting her to burst through the door at any moment or perhaps demand to know, yet again, why she could not marry young Edward. The thought brought a weepy smile to Toby’s lips. She could only imagine her sister as a queen; what a young tyrant they would all have to deal with.
But she could not wallow in agony though she wanted to. She knew that she had to be strong and move forward. The tears were drying and she wiped at her face, removing the last remnants. The kitten meowed, reminding Toby that she had a very small charge that required her attention, and she brushed her hands off as she stood up. It was easier to forget her sorrow when she focused on something else; a little orange ball, at the moment, would have to suffice.
“Are you all right?”
Tate’s soft voice floated upon the cool air and she started, whirling around to face the man who was lingering in the shadows. Their eyes met and he smiled timidly, stepping out into the light. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air between them filled with unspoken emotion. Then Tate broke the silence.
“Forgive me,” he said quietly. “I did not mean to startle you but I did not want to intrude until you were finished.”
Toby’s heart was thumping painfully against her ribs as he approached; gazing into his dark eyes, she was extremely glad to see him. Tate walked up to her and took her hand, kissing it gently. Toby remembered his kisses from last night and couldn’t help the intimate thoughts that filled her head, inappropriate and wicked as they were.
“I am all right,” she replied to his initial question. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Not long,” his gaze devoured her. “Wallace said that you were looking for me.”
She nodded. “I was,” she said. “I just wanted to say good morn, I suppose.”
His gaze was extraordinarily gentle upon her; his eyes moved over her face, her forehead, the delightful style of her hair. She looked exquisite this morning and his heart was swelling hugely at the sight of her.
“And a very good morning to you as well, my lady,” he addressed her as he said he would; as a noble lady. Then he chuckled, losing some of his confidence. “I must say that I am rather surprised that you are speaking to me this morning. I half expected you to… well, I was not sure if you would look so kindly upon me this morn.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Why not?”
He scratched his forehead, suddenly having difficulty looking at her. “For my lack of control last night.” He squared his broad shoulders and forced himself to fix her in the eye. “I swear to you, I have never suffered such a complete lack of control ever in my life. What happened last night… Elizabetha, if I could apologize enough or make appropriate amends, please know that I would gladly do so. I do not know what came over me. All I know was that something filled me the likes of which I have never experienced. I should not have done what I did last night and I pray that you will forgive my impetuousness.”
It was apparent, by his speech, that he had been giving much thought to the subject. Toby stared at him, her eyes wide and her mouth popping open. “Do you mean to say that you regret it, then?”
He almost nodded but saw, very quickly, that it would probably not be the best response. He put his hands on herupper arms, gripping her tightly. “No, sweetheart,” he said evenly. “I do not regret it. But I should not have been so bold with you. I should not have forced myself upon you and for that, I am truly sorry. I should have been more considerate. It should not have been something so brashly taken and I am deeply sorry for that. But I could not help myself.”
She gazed at him with her lovely almond-shaped eyes, her porcelain beauty so sweet and ethereal. She seemed to be mulling over his answer.
“If anyone should apologize, it should be me for allowing you to take such liberties,” she said quietly. “But I realize that I am not sorry at all. God knows, I should be. I should be horrified and ashamed. But I am not because it seemed the most natural of things. You are to be my husband, are you not? Perhaps… perhaps I feel that you already are.”
He smiled faintly. “If that is true, then I am an extremely fortunate man.”
She met his smile. “It is true.”
His grip on her tightened. “Then let us not wait. Let us see our marriage today.”
Her eyes widened. “Today?”
He nodded firmly. “There is a church in Harbottle. A small one, but we can be married there today.”
Toby was suddenly so giddy that she felt faint. All she could do was nod at the man. Tate kissed her swiftly and ushered her towards the door.