Yes. He had answered yes. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. It was a small quick kiss but it left a burning sensation upon his cheeks. She was staring at him. He could clearly see that she was just as embarrassed as he was and for that he smiled to her. She returned the smiled and he felt a small flicker of courage light up somewhere within him. He reached out to her and cupped her cheek before he kissed her again.
She pulled back and laughed. He felt a bit hurt that she had laughed at him. She must have seen his expression for she leaned forward once more and pressed a kiss upon his cheek.
"So.." she said "We should be getting back inside before anyone misses us."
"True." He answered her.
She made a move to get off the stone, he offered her a hand and she gladly accepted. Once she was down he thought she would have let go of his hand but she didn't. They walked back to the castle hand in hand until they reached the door that led to the throne room, that is where they said their goodbyes for the night.
They entered back into the throne room. Young Macguffin joined his father while Merida made her way to her room.
Young Macguffin's Perspective
He sat down by his father's side and reached for some wine. He felt incredibly parched at the moment and needed something to distract his mind from fleeting kisses.
"So lad, how's the princess?" asked Lord Macintosh. The rest of the lords turned to look at Young Macguffin. He suddenly felt very tiny under their gazes.
"She's a'richt. (She's alright)" He answered before chugging down some more drink.
"You didn't do anything indecent? Did you?" asked Lord Dingwall. All the while eyeing Young Macguffin suspiciously.
Young Macguffin almost choked on his drink but managed to gulp it down. He shook his head furiously.
"Leave him alone." His father growled at Lord Dingwall. "The lad did nothing "indecent"! All he did was make sure she was alright after nearly being frightened to death by Young Macintosh's face!"
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Lord Macintosh cried out indignantly.
"It means your son's face is a menace to the royal court." Lord Macguffin answered as he chuckled.
"Not true! There's many a lass pining over my son's beauty!" Lord Macintosh defended. "Besides if you think my son's face is a menace then where does that leave your lad?"
Lord Macguffin glared at Lord Macintosh.
"Your son isn't exactly a looker you know! In fact, I'd say he's looks more like a bear than Mor'du ever did!" Lord Macintosh proclaimed as he slapped his knee and laughed. His clansmen joined him and even a few men from the Dingwall clan proceeded to laugh. The Macguffin clan however looked ready to murder Lord Macintosh.
Young Macguffin felt his face burn from embarrassment and anger.
"Now see here!" yelled Lord Macguffin.
"No! You see here! The lad may as well give up; my son will always be the far better choice. He's got everything a woman could possibly want! Come's from a wealthy family, good lucks, charming and there's no finer swordsmen out there than him. He's not bad with bow either. He's got more in common with the princess than your lad will ever have." Lord Macintosh said. He looked over to Young Macguffin and smirked.
Young Macguffin glared at Lord Macintosh. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up. Young Macintosh smiled down at him. "Forgive my father" he told Young Macguffin. "He tends to get carried away even if what he says is true."
Young Macguffin shrugged the hand away. He got up and made to leave but Young Macintosh called out to him "You leaving just proves that you're no good for her!"
That stopped him in his tracks and he whipped around and walked over to Young Macintosh. "Ye'r wrong! ye say that ye'r better bit ah ken that a'm juist as guid fur her ...no better fur her than ye! (You're wrong! You say that you're better but I know that I'm just as good for her ...no better for her than you!)" he shouted at the young lord.
Young Macintosh smiled cockily and said "Oh? Then prove it! Let's have a small competition to see who's the better man for the princess. Loser returns to their respective land and forfeits the chance to win the princess."
"She's nae something tae be won! (She's not something to be won!)" He shouted. "She's a bonny lassie wi' a bonny soul that ye'll ne'er hae fur ah will protect her fae th' likes o' ye. (She's a beautiful girl with a beautiful soul that you'll never have because i'll protect her from the likes of you.) "
Young Macintosh let out a laugh "What's this? It sounds like the great beast of a lad has fallen for the princess."
"'n' whit if ah hae (and what if I have) "he said defiantly to Young Macintosh.
"Then I'll just have to make sure she never chooses you." Young Macintosh said.