Brianna POV:
As I feared Bonnett's men were turning the town over looking for me. Murtagh assured me the last place anyone would consider looking for a young lass would be at a blacksmiths.
All night I kept replaying what I had done over and over again, I slit a man's throat... I took a life, and worst of all I didn't feel bad about it, what does that make me? A monster?
How could I be more upset about Roger than taking another person's life, there had to be something wrong with me.
"Alright lass, that's enough brooding." Murtagh said catching me in my own thoughts again.
"Sorry," I said trying to shake off my mood, "last night was just very intense."
"Aye, I can imagine... you know the first time I ever set eyes on yer mother she was being attacked by a filthy redcoat but the last word I would ever think to describe her would be victim or weak, she's not just a survivor either that woman is nothing short of a -"
"Stop, please I... that's not what's upsetting me." I told him unable to hear more about how wonderful my mother is, how strong, how perfect, it only made me feel worse about myself.
"Then what is it that has ye tied in knots?" he asked.
I took a deep breath and told him, told him I didn't just fight off Bonnett, I was ruthless, it wasn't just about defending myself... I wanted to punish him, humiliate him even in death for daring to try what he did with me and what I'm sure he had done to countless other women.
Murtagh was silent for a while, and I was sure he was wondering how I could ever be related to the wonderful Claire let alone call myself her daughter.
But then he starting speaking, he told me about his time in France with my parents, about what happened to Mary all at the organization of her own godfather, the duke of Sandringham, it was sickening.
He paused again and I thought the story over for a moment but then he told me what he did to the bastards who touched her and more what he did to Sandringham. How he dropped the son of a bitch's head at Mary's feet.
I was shocked.
"Ye worried what you did makes you savage? Perhaps it does but there are worse things to be in this world then that. I will not judge you for what you had to do as I hope you will not judge me."
"Never," I told him, thankful for his story... it made me feel less horrible about everything, I didnt know if that made us both monsters or both just defenders but either way I felt like I was no longer alone in the world I had found someone who truly understood me and would stand by me.