It seemed like so long ago that I had been hurled back in time, torn from my husband, Frank, back in 1945. So much had happened since then. And now, nothing would be the same for me in the future. And strangely, I was okay with that.
Since the day that Jamie and I got married, I have felt more alive and happy than I ever had before Craigh na Dun. And I believe it was all because of my new husband.
I knew that going back to 1945 to be with Frank was no longer an option, even if I had still wanted it to be one, because Jonathon Randall, Frank's earliest known ancestor, was no longer alive. He had been killed in our rescue of Jamie from Wentworth Prison, where Randall was torturing Jamie. And, because Jonathon "Black Jack" Randall, was not alive, he could not sire Frank's direct ancestor.
Therefore, my entire life was now here, in 1743, with Jamie Fraser. And I was now Claire Fraser, also known as Lady Broch Turach.
Jamie was recooperating gradually from his time in the prison, and we had made plans to set sail for Paris, France to try to escape the price on his head. I had news for him, but in his condition, I knew not how he would react. So I kept it to myself until just the right moment, which, as it were, came as we were sailing across the ocean.
I got sick the moment the ship started sailing through the waters. Jamie came to me and smirked.
"And I thought it was me that would be turning green over the ocean," he joked...