A/N:
Hi!
I literally experienced some fire and brimstone while writing these 2 chapters that I've painfully managed to get together. I don't know what's wrong with me and writing these days, it was just so hard to pick up where I left off at times. And as I had close to none earlier prepared notes about the ideas and dialogue until the mid section of the movie, I just winged it all the way to the start of the events of the film. So despite my struggles, I hope you like these chapters! ;)
Hopefully can update the next one tomorrow. Remember to leave a review!
Oh, and btw, I'm interested to know how you all picture Taran... So if you want to share your imagination with me in a comment or otherwise, I'd be most intrigued to hear different depictions of him!
Entry 3
Weeks elapsed quickly, me continuin' to live th' same wey as so far, one day at a time 'n' fillin' 'em wi' work so that I had as wee time as possible to think. Centerin' me energy solely to copin' up wi' th' all th' time nearin' fact that I was to lose th' love o' me life to another woman wi'oot me bein' able to do anythin' to change that. So always swallowin' me bitterness simply locked it awa' for it nae to ruin that what was left o' me self-control. Especially when times would be noo mair tryin' to me because I'd spent majority o' me savings to bail Peter oot o' his troubles wi' th' inn-keeper o' th' Rowdy Rooster, this cut in me funds postponin' me intended voyage to England. But juist because o' that I'd kept oan workin' even mair diligently than afore, th' arrangements o' th' wedding offerin' me th' needed break from me personal life (even I juist barely managed to pick th' flowers 'n' plan th' decoration o' th' weddin' venue wi' Miss Elizabeth wi'oot burstin' intae tears in front o' 'er). But durin' those moments I simply focused oan th' mair important matters, nae lettin' me feelings get in th' wey 'til I was alone. When I was free to grieve 'n' worry as much as wanted wi'oot a need to convince anyone how weel I was.
Because in truth (which me brother had also pointed oot, his notable intoxication nae makin' it any less true even I'd wished to blame it full oan th' drink he'd ingested), I was makin' very weak progress in pullin' thro' this maist burdensome experience. I might've been repeatin' meself by sayin' that, but truly when th' wedding day approached suddenly so quickly, at times I stairted to actually question me ability to juist turn a blind eye to all that which was agonizingly slowly shreddin' me hert in pieces. Even I tried to deny it wi' that feigned courage 'n' indifference I strived to master while confronted wi' th' doom o' me luvlife. Me in th' end nae helpin' but becomin' lik' Hannah 'n' Lily, hatin' Miss Elizabeth deep within me for takin' me happiness. Claimin' it to 'erself, that same dark side o' me scornin' 'er for makin' me condescend to me loss by wantin' me as th' servant o' 'er 'n' William's hoosehold, that wey rubbin' it to me coupon. But o' coorse I didn't let such thoughts take ower me, 'n' when they did pop up from me conscious I reminded meself o' what Mattie had wance said to me weeks ago: if I wouldn't be careful, this jealousy o' mine would turn me to a person I didn't want to become. So that was th' main reason why I tried to keep meself busy at all times, nae to think nor say somethin' I'd regret.
"Is everythin' awright in 'ere?" I questioned happily, steppin' thro' th' scullery door carryin' th' dirty plates from th' breakfast table 'n' takin' 'em to th' worktop. Smilin' at Mattie 'n' Estrella, th' latter liftin' 'er gaze from th' dishes to whom I neist handed th' porridge stained plates, as Lily 'n' Hannah took it as their cue to go serve fresh bread rolls wi' jam 'n' butter along wi' some scones (th' Governor preferred to have some even ootside tea time). Mattie wiped 'er foreheid wi' a heavy sigh, keekin' indeed tired but returned me smile.
"Yes, all is close to ready here. All that's left is to serve a fresh pot of coffee, but then there's but the dishes left", she replied, me noddin' in understanding as she continued brewing th' drink. Its strong aroma flowin' to me nose as at that moment me eyes found th' flowers which had appeared oan th' table while I'd been at th' dining room. Wonder fillin' me as I daunered ower to 'em, to eye at th' magnitude o' white, red 'n' pink roses, lilies 'n' orchids in great disbelief, turnin' to Mattie while placin' me right haun oan me waist.
"Are these Miss Elizabeth's final decisions aboot th' flower arrangements?" I asked, truly in confusion, as these bouquets didn't keek anythin' lik' th' ones we'd discussed for a couple o' hours yesterday. Th' colors contrastin' wi'all th' others shades she'd decided upoan, nae to mention that I couldn't believe 'er to have done these arrangements all by 'erself afore breakfast, wi'oot me helpin' 'er even she usually insisted to have me opinion from th' material o' th' weddin' dress to th' amount o' ribbons to decorate th' dinin' table. But against me expectations Matty noo turned to give me somewhat mischievous smile (I'd ne'er seen 'er lik' that, 'n' to be frank it didn't make me feel good), beckonin' to th' flowers wi' a delighted face.
"No, dear. They're for you", she revealed, causin' me to freeze.
"For me?" I repeated, nae believin' me lugs as me gaze was then stuck to stare at th' delicate flowers. Th' amount o' 'em only makin' me mair incredulous to believe that Mattie's words were true. Had someone truly sent all these flowers juist for me? It had to be a misundersanding…
"They were brought in addressed to you when you were serving breakfast", Mattie specified, crushin' me doubts, me eyes noo movin' atween 'er 'n' th' bouquets.
"But… this cannot be. Who would send me these?" I wondered in dismay, seein' from th' corner o' me eye Lily 'n' Hannah to step inside juist when Mattie reached oot to take a letter among th' flowers I hadn't noticed afore. Noo holdin' it oot to me a freish jovial twinkle in 'er eyes, noddin' toward it as I received it wi' hesitatin' fingers.
"There's many men even in this small town, so there's many to guess from. But hurry up child, open it! Otherwise I'll do it myself and see who has fallen for you this earnestly!"
Releasin' a half nervous 'n' half baffled breath I tore open th' seal efter examinin' it for a moment (findin' it unfamiliar), me eyes quickly wadin' thro' th' few lines written onto th' expensive stationery wi' neat handwriting which as weel was unfamiliar to me. However th' rather bold words combined wi' th' maist unthought-o' name signed below th' short note causin' me to take in a quick breath o' utmost stir. Me starin' at th' letter in disbelief as everyone seemed to be waitin' in suspense for me to reveal from whom I'd received th' flowers.
"Well? What does it say?" Mattie inquired, 'er smile widenin'. Me irises risin' to meet 'ers as I frowned a wee.
"These are from Mr. McTavish", I stated oot th' name o' me apparent admirer, me nae bein' able to wrap me mind aroond such preposterous fact, where Estrella 'n' Mattie were surprised. Afore excited (but I have to mention as weel doilt) smiles rose to their lips. Estrella hurryin' to smell th' flowers as Mattie came to me, takin' me hauns wi'oot me noticin' at first. Lily 'n' Hannah's eyes widenin' due to me revelation, 'em nae sayin' a word in th' followin' minutes.
"From Taran McTavish, the friend of our lord who was here a few weeks ago? That Scotsman?" Estrella inquired.
"Oh, how exciting this is!" Mattie breathed, gaspin' me oot o' me ponders. Me openin' me geggy to speak, but wasn't able to say anythin'. So shocked I still was. "To think Mr. McTavish expressed such courtesy toward you by sending these flowers! And he's a lord no less!"
"Well, I guess it wasn't that bad of a mistake that you spilled tea all over him, Miranda", Estrella remarked amused, smilin' as sniffed th' flowers wance mair afore met me gaze. "It only made you catch his eye and get into his favor!"
"That's absurd!" I objected, releasin' another sigh 'n' apparently confusin' me fellow maids as keeked at th' letter in me hauns one mair time. To read th' name Taran Rodric McTavish for another time 'til shook me heid. Slippin' th' letter inside th' pocket o' me apron.
"What on earth is with you child? Normally young lady like yourself would be over the moon to get such acklowledgment from a lord such as Mr. McTavish", Mattie remarked.
"I'm nae lik' others", I stated back. "I have nae reason to be delighted for his gesture, which o' coorse is thoughtful but wasted. I don't deserve such courtesy from him."
"What nonsense is that, Miranda? When I was your age, this kind of gift would've given any girl regardless of their station a reason to be delighted! Was there anything in the note he sent with the flowers?"
"He expressed his wish to visit me this week…"
"Well that's perfect! If he courts you, in returm you can express your gratitude to him!"
I was honestly stunned for 'er proposal made so casually, as if she would've juist urged me to pursue to become th' wife o' King George th' II. Expressin' me ootrage to 'er. "Mattie, how can ye prompt me to encourage 'im intae any further courtship wi' me?!"
"Don't be ridiculous, why wouldn't you?" she asked in return. "If a wealthy and honorable man approaches you in an intention to woo you, you should be only grateful. Not often do lords like Mr. McTavish consider ladies lower their class. You made an impression on him, and therefore you should at least offer him proper thanks for his very generous consideration."
I keeked at 'er indecisively as neist sat doon to a chair nearest me, slowly takin' oot th' letter again too goup at it in ponders. Mattie's features softenin' soon as she sighed, takin' a seat by me side.
"Is this about Will then? Is that why you dither to give a compliant reply to Mr. McTavish?"
"Naw. I juist… I'm a servant Mattie", I responded, statin' th' evident truth. "Ye tell me I should be grateful for his attention, but I… How could I even consider to allow 'im to woo me? I'm juist a poor servant wi' nothin' he would profit from... 'N' I don't even know 'im. How could I blindy give meself to 'im wi'oot knowin' 'im?"
"It might be like that in marriages of higher class. That marriage between a man and a woman is knotted purely because of wealth and connections", Mattie remarked. "But look at Will and our Mistress. Did Will's station stop her from wanting to marry him? Miranda, you might not know Mr. McTavish enough to accept his efforts to gain your affections, but you still have time. Get to know him, and maybe you'll find him to me much more pleasant than you think, regardless of his higher class. Maybe like our Mistress, he doesn't care about the fact that you're but a servant."
Me still hesitatin' gaze met Mattie's again, 'er smilin' at me encouragingly as she then patted me haun. Turning a wee mair serious neist while continued.
"Besides… If you open your heart to new chances of love, you can help yourself. Get over Will and all that agony faithfully loving him still brings you. This is your chance Miranda, to be rid of all that. You just have to be brave enough to choose a life without him. Only then you can be happy, which you definitely deserve. I'd be heartbroken to see you remain alone for the rest of my life and turn into an old maid."
'Er words woke different thoughts in me as me attention returned to th' letter for th' umpteenth time. Me considerin' 'er suggestion from other aspects, in th' end realizing wi' heavy hert 'er to be right as often she was. Me admittin' to meself that though confusin', Mr. McTavish's sudden interest was a clear sign for me to stop dwellin' in th' past 'n' lik' Mattie had told me, in earnest move oan. To say goodbye to William 'n' leave 'im behind me. So though somewhat terrified 'n' nae kennin' what th' future would hold for me because o' this decision, I then made a faint smile. Silently acceptin' th' challenge th' elderly housekeeper had given me, touchin' th' seal o' MacTavish's clan in freish kind o' ponders.
"Elizabeth, I have to be back at the smithy in an hour!" I exclaimed with a slight smile, reminding my beloved of the limited time I had to spear that afternoon for our regural stroll, looking up to the staircase in hopes she had indeed finally left her room and heard me. Luckily soon seeing her dash back in sight from the corridor, new hat in her hand, and sending me an apologetical look back she hastily started to attach the headwear upon her combed curls.
"I'm sorry, but I took the wrong hat by accident", she answered, me sighing and shaking my head at her amused as she descended the stairs. Walking to me, smiling at me widely where I took her hands into mine, pulling her closer.
"It wouldn't matter to me if you'd walk out there bareheaded", I informed, releasing another amused breath. Elizabeth as well sighing and looking into my eyes, her own warm and full of that emotion which filled me from within every time I saw her. Affection.
"And I love you for it. But it's those uptight neigbours I'm more concerned of. They watch us like hawks each time we step outside now when we're engaged to be married."
I made a concurring nod, then however smiling once more before was about to kiss Elizabeth. But sudden knocks sounding from the door alarmed us, rather snell and demanding ones, made by a presumed cane instead of the knocker on the door. Us turning toward the entrance which was soon opened by the new butler Amyas. Him bowing to the guest who at first remained concealed to me and Elizabeth behind the opened door, but due to the sound of familiar clomp of boots I could tell the identity of the visitor before Mr. McTavish was allowed in with a bow from Amyas. Both mine and Elizabeth's faces expressing pure astonishment to see the Scotsman to have once more arrived without notice, Amyas insantly closing the door after the man when he spotted us. Smiling and removing his hat, bowing to us.
"Taran, what are you doing here? To arrive so suddenly… Did you come to see us, or do you have business with father?" Elizabeth questioned, separating from me to walk closer to the Scostman. He shook his head as tapped the cane once on the floor to bounce it in the air, catching it.
"Naw Elizabeth, alas I hae nae arrived tae grant ye or yer faither such courtesy visit, bit hae come tae enquire lassy Martins' willingness to join me fur a donner", Mr. McTavish responded with a slight tilt of his head, surprising us again.
"Miranda?" Elizabeth stated, giving me a wondering gaze before met Taran's eyes. Smiling confused, where my eyes moved form her to the Scottish man in my own baffled ponders. Had he truly become that interested in Miranda after a couple of fleetings meetings to take her for a walk? I found it highly unlikely.
"I presumed 'er tae hae enough time fur me tae steal 'er from this hoosehold fur an hour or two", Mr. McTavish continued in his typical kind of politely bordering impudence.
"Oh yes, definitely! Amyas, would you please fetch Miranda here?"
Regardless of Elizabeth's request Amyas didn't have to do anything to fulfill it, Miranda next walking down the stairs as if summoned, her arms full of folded linen I reckoned her to have been previously ironing. Now making her way to place them into the cabinet in the dining room, but the sight of Mr. McTavish took her as much aback as us if not more. Me following her to freeze in middle of the staircase in grave astonishment, but it didn't take long before I deemed to see a faint blush appear on her cheeks when she exchanged somewhat significant stare with the Scotsman. Wider smile forming on his lips instantly, him dropping the cane onto the floor to bow to her.
"Miranda, Taran has come to call on you", Elizabeth informed then, possibly even hinting smile on her own lips then when she returned by my side. Hooking our arms as was her habit, me not comprehending her sudden remarkable, mischievous expression when she peeked at me.
"Indeed me bonnie daughter o' th' hielands yer mistress is correct tae fur me tae hae come tae catch up wi' ye", Mr. McTavish confirmed, Miranda blinking her eyes in confusion as started to descend again with slow steps. Examining the Scotsman thoughtfully, bettering her hold of the pile of linen where he sent her an inquiring stare in return. "I trust ye hae received me modest endowment?"
Endowment? I frowned a little in confusion as eyed at the two with Elizabeth, me seeing Miranda to blush again until she soon took hold of herself. Nodding, smiling a little as tried to curtsey with her heavy load of coverlets. Me maybe imagining to have seen her direct a fleeting glance at me before answered.
"Aye, I did sir. Th' flowers were bonnie indeed, thank ye very much for ye kindness", Miranda replied politely, noo truly making a proper curtsey. Or at least she attempted to, as Mr. McTavish was quick to hinder her much for me further puzzlement. Touching her arm, which would've been considered extremely inappropriate by our nozy neighbors should they have seen them together now.
"I told ye lass, none o' that wi' me. I won't hae ye grovel at me feet whenever th' rare moments I meet wi' ye", the man protested, also much for Miranda's surprise as she stared at me man speechless, then simply only nodding after eyeing at the hand of the man which now slid away from her sleeve.
"Aye, me laird."
"Naw lassie, ye shall nae be allowed tae remain as th' single one who calls me by ither than me given name. Sae Taran it's, 'n' none other wull do. 'N' tae be fair I brave meself tae call ye Miranda. Bit if that's 'greed, I can noo say tae be delighted that me wey o' reaching oot tae ye hasn't confounded ye. A'm feart that where I come from hings ur muckle simpler, 'n' I confess tae lack th' experience o' proper procedures o' wooing lasses. Ye hae certainly relieved me by proving me attempt tae hae been successful."
I examined the two for a moment. Flowers? The Scotsman had sent flowers to Miranda? He'd truly been taken with Miranda then… Where Miranda didn't seem as elated for his attention, and could I blame her? McTavish had proved to be exceptionally upfront and abrasive character, conducting himself even more like so later when Miranda next questioned his presence in the manor as well.
"Ye wanted to see me?" she asked, me detecting disbelief in her voice.
"Aye, yer mistress haes granted me an privilege tae enjoy yer company fur a casual walk aboot in th' local terrain. I'd be honored to have ye as me guide, efter all I hardly ever visit this town 'n' can easily lose meself intae th' wonders o' it… But if ye join me I feart that I might be lost in ither matters altogether…."
The Scotsman eyed Miranda over rather suggestively, which woke a flicker of irritation in me. The man was looking at her like a piece of meat, but apparently I was the only one to notice his impunity before McTavish's eyes quickly enough locked with Miranda's questionably. Expectant, no, close to demanding her consent. And for my surprise after a slight moment of obvious hesitation I saw the widest and most genuine smile to spread on her lips in weeks as she lowered her head, nodding.
"Aye, it's awright wi' me, if it suits tae me mistress", she did agree then, lifting the pile of linen significantly. "Give me a moment to get rid o' these 'n' I'll go change."
"Take yer time, lass. I'm in no hurry, ye have all th' time in th' world. I'll wait for ye."
"Will?"
I gasped, turning to Elizabeth who was eyeing at me questionably in turn, nodding toward the door.
"Weren't we in a hurry?" she asked, me realizing the swift pass of time once more as glanced at the grandfather clock on the wall which was worryingly closing in on midday, inclining my head to her in concur.
"Yes, shall we go?"
We turned to Mr. McTavish and Miranda, the Scotsman bowing to us before took Elizabeth's palm, kissing it politely and exchanging a few words with her as I watched Miranda to curtsey to us. However not lifting her eyes from the floor as then only turned her attention back to McTavish a slight smile on her lips. I saw true joy buried deep within her eyes, something I hadn't witnessed in months either.
"I shall be back soon. Guid day Miss. Elizabeth, Mr. Turner."
And with one more curtsey she left, Mr. McTavish beating Amyas to the chase by opening the door for us.
"Guid day. See ye youngsters soon I hope."
"It was good to meet you again too Taran", Elizabeth replied with a smile, waving the man goodbye as I nodded at him with a polite smile as well. Us soon walking through the gates as Elizabeth next turned to me. An odd, conspirator kind of expression enlivening her face and turning her rather giddy, her smile spreading into contended.
"Did you hear that?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, though had a pretty good idea what she was referring to, Elizabeth sighing at me. Looking if possible even more satisfied, and… relieved?
"Don't be silly, what Taran said. That he sent Miranda flowers!"
"Oh… that. Yes I heard him."
"But isn't that wonderful? That Taran seems to be interested in Miranda?"
"I'm not sure. They haven't known each other that long yet."
"Well I think it's just marvelous that she mind find someone to love", she stated, a certain word she'd used causing me to stiffen and turn to. "It'll do good for her, I'm sure. Now nothing can stop her from becoming happy again."
I was silent for a moment, contemplating that statement when we now reached the town. Me realizing how dwelled into my thoughts I'd been that I hadn't noticed how much time had actually elapsed from our depart from the manor, proved by the fact that soon before responding I spotted McTavish and Miranda to walk in sight from the other side of the marketplace. Arm in arm, Miranda dressed into one of her best gowns. And the way she was smiling at the Scotsman… I'd wished to see her look like that for a long time.
I dropped my gaze as they vanished into the crowd of people, me and Elizabeth continuing our own journey toward the harbor.
"You're right. It'll be good for her."
In the months that followed I saw Miranda with Mr. McTavish on many occasions. And the more often I happened to catch them ambling about the streets while on my own errands or walks with Elizabeth, secretly observing them from afar, the more it seemed that Miranda had warmed up to the Scotsman so much that they seemed rather close. Her appearing very relaxed and carefree in his company, smiling and laughing like she hadn't for the past year, like she'd used to while with me long time ago. And was it a wonder after all? He was esteemed gentleman from a land she'd always dreamed to return to, so he would make a ideal husband for her. Someone who would take her back home… But while realizing that, no matter the amount of all those logical reasons I could come up which supported the idea of them to wed, there was yet something I didn't agree on that whenever I saw them together.
The way he acted while with her in public was one thing… In my eyes he often conducted himself as if he would've owned Miranda, even they weren't in fact even engaged or anything close to that. Or at least I didn't think so, I hadn't heard any verifying rumors circling among the servants of the Swann manor to confirm such impressions. But then again I was no part of her life anymore, so would've I even known should've she gone engaged? But I didn't believe it, as even she must've found something disagreeable in him, that something I could clearly see from those small gestures and looks he used to give her. And as the definite fact to prove my lingering presumptions wrong, Peter hadn't mentioned anything which would've hinted towards his sister's intentions to marry McTavish…
But speaking of Miranda's brother, after following Miranda with McTavish for a few weeks from sidelines I'd expressed my aversion to Peter, but he hadn't seemed that interested of the matter even someone of his own flesh and blood was involved. So as he remained so absorbed into his own troubles as always I reckoned him not to recoil even if she would've ran off with a pirate the next day. Thus the matter now out of my hands and none of my business, I told myself to forget it. But I couldn't, as there truly was something about that abruptly appeared man that didn't let me relinquish my doubts in the interest of everyone.
"Isn't it just wonderful that Taran and Miranda seem to have gotten closer to one another in these past months?"
I blew into my tea before glanced up to Elizabeth, following the movement of her spoon as she mixed some cream into her own cupful, her shining eyes directed to her father who was pouring himself a second portion. Dropping in a slice of lemon as met her daughter's gaze, smiling.
"How so my dear? I didn'tknow Taran to have expressed interest toward Miranda", the Governor responded rather surprised, leaning back in his chair to direct a questionable browlifting at Elizabeth who smiled only wider. Eyeing at us mischievously.
"Haven't you truly noticed how much time they spend together these days? Not a day goes by when Taran wouldn't be here, courting her right under your nose! Truly father, as her legal guardian you should be more aware of with who she spends her time…" Elizabeth replied amused, slight reprimanding tint in her tone but which was but gentle. Causing her father to smile after a small indifferent incline of a head.
"Well, as my defense I'd say there not to be a reason for me to worry about her circle of acquaintances if it's Taran we're talking about. He's a respectable man, and I'm sure Miranda to be enough level-headed to choose her company properly. Therefore I'm only pleased for both of them, if he's truly developed a fascination for our Miranda."
I remained silent, as had nothing else to say about the topic which probably wouldn't have insulted both Elizabeth and my future father-in-law. As the many times surfaced truth was that I wasn't one of those who reckoned Mr. McTavish as an ideal candidate for Miranda to be courted by, for this reason me simply staying quiet and allowing Elizabeth to speculate all she wanted. But after a few minutes of similar type of surmising the relationship between their family friend and their maid, something then left Elizabeth's lips that almost caused me to choke to my drink, even for quite a time I'd mulled it over in my own mind as a possibility.
"And you know what the whole society of Port Royal has been buzzing about for the last couple of days?" Elizabeth breathed, leaning forward in excitement, glancing behind herself to make sure no one but the people present in the room heard what she had to say. "When I met with Rachel yesterday, she told me that someone saw Taran at a local jewelry shop, selecting a ring! So the rumor according to which he's going to ask someone within out society to marry him seems rather confirmed to me!"
I sat up straighter, interested. "Who?"
"Who indeed, silly? I think we all know which woman he'll pick out of all the young ladies of this town…" she responded with a mysterious smile, me not saying anything in response as the Governor sighed then, shaking his head.
"But Elizabeth, those are just rumors spread among those who have nothing better to do but to spy on other people's lives!" The Governor stated. "Since when have you listened to such rumors?"
"Your father's right, that's just hearsay Elizabeth", I remarked then, exchanging a look with the Governor until turned to smile at Elizabeth. "I wouldn't pay much heed to that, especially if Mr. McTavish hasn't said anything of the sort."
"But don't you two realize what all this is referring to?" she said, happily. "I think Taran is going to ask Miranda to marry him! Rumors or not, it's a fact that he's completely infatuated by her."
I wanted to lift my eyebrows. Him, completely infatuated by Miranda? I doubted that man to be even able to express fascination of such quantity on his face, yet alone in his behavior. But then again, his actions so far had strongly implied as if Miranda's hand was already promised to him…
"Well after what you've told me, I guess it's not that far fetched after all", the Governor complied. "There might be some truth in those rumors."
"Wouldn't it be marvelous? I know it hasn't happened yet, but it makes me so happy to think that Miranda might be getting married along with me! I feel it in my bones that it's going to happen, soon."
"I hope you're right. I agree that it's about time that girl to move on and found herself a proper husbad."
I hold back a cringe when the Governor's eyes briefly visited me. Me easily spotting the words referring to me between the lines as I returned his gaze for that slight moment, until his attention was returned to Elizabeth. My own eyes dropping to stare at the table.
"She couldn't find a finer man to marry than Taran. Even such union would be considered unfit on many aspects, I guess what I've learned so far is that if they care for one another enough to wed, who is to demand otherwise?"
I watched him and Elizabeth to share a remarkable smile, the Governor squeezing her knuckles briefly before his eyes turned to glance out of the window toward the harbor. When I also noticed an expression from his irises which told me him not to fully commit to that remark he'd just a moment ago allowed to slip his lips, and which as clear hidden meaning hadn't passed my vigilance. Like Miranda to Mr. McTavish, I was not fit for Elizabeth by station which he acknowledged every moment we sat together like this for tea or dinner, even he appeared like he'd given his full blessing to our wish to marry. And due to the uncomfortable shift in the mood only I could detect, I hold back a need to clear my throat as stiffly sat up straighter once again. Starting to listen to Elizabeth as she soon continued.
"I know it isn't anymore possible to have a double wedding as our big day is tomorrow…" I felt Elizabeth's palm to cover mine and I lifted my gaze to smile at her, me however not knowing was it happy enough smile to reflect my honestly impatient expectation about tomorrow. The day I'd awaited to arrive for a very long time. "…But we must arrange their engagement party here! As our present for both of them, and most of all I only wish to repay Miranda for everything she's done for me by giving her the most wonderful betrothal party ever when she and Taran are to proclaim their upcoming wedding."
"That's an excellent idea my dear, I'm sure she'll be delighted", Governor Swann concurred, until then lifted an eyebrow at Elizabeth to restrain her ardor. "I'm aware that since you're to get married tomorrow yourself, you're heart is set to aid others in finding similar happiness to yours. But just remember that what you're basing your plans upon are just rumors. Let us wait for Miranda to reveal the news of her bethrothal before presenting the idea to her."
Elizabeth was all smile by now, nodding in concur with a sigh. "Of course. I'm just so excited that not only I, but also Miranda will find her happiness with a man who cares for her."
The grandfather clock at the foyer started chiming the same minute Elizabeth was finished, me standing up from my seat with a bow to my soon to be father-in-law. "Forgive me, but I have to take my leave for today. I still have lot to do before tomorrow's wedding."
"Of course my boy, you go ahead", Governor complied, nodding at me before placed the cup on his lips. Elizabeth standing and taking my hands, leaning a little closer to me as her brown eyes locked with mine. Sweetest smile I'd ever seen (or so I reckoned as she looked so beautiful at the moment, her irises sparkling like that…) spreading on her lips as they started to speak to me with a bit hushed voice.
"I see you tomorrow then, in time. You better be there", she whispered, hinting edge in her voice as she frowned at me playfully serious, however inching all the time closer to me. My own lips soon wearing a similar type of gentle smile as I matched her stare.
"After hearing that I don't even dare to think what you do to me otherwise…"
We were made aware of our rather improper closeness by the soft cough of the Governor, causing us to separate as we directed a small amused glance toward in fact slightly sour looking elderly man sitting at the other side of the table (even he tried to look conducted while eyeing at us from his seat). Me now simply taking my beloved's hand and placing a brief kiss on it.
"See you tomorrow, Elizabeth."
He was oan time, as always. Nae even wance had he come later than he'd announced, 'n' precisely when th' clock oan me dresser stroke as a sign o' midday I heard a soft knock sound from th' door o' me bedroom. Estrella's voice informin' me o' Taran's arrival, me hastily tryin' to cover those dark shadows under me eyes wi' some facial powder Miss Elizabeth had given me last Christmas. Nae that I needed such things to look as pale as ghost, but I had to do somethin' nae to scare th' man aff wi' me appearance which told anyone within miles that I had hardly slept last night. For obvious reasons… I then sighed as another knock shook th' door, me swiftly curlin' up me locks intae a neat bun.
"Miranda, he's waiting for you downstairs right now!"
"I ken, I'll be oot in a minute!" I exclaimed, all o' a sudden realizin' that me absent-mindedness o' that mornin' had resulted intae th' loss o' me hat. Me runnin' aboot th' room for a minute, nae rememberin' where I'd put it afore givin' in, acceptin' th' risk o' possible sunstroke 'n' efter all leavin' me room bareheaded. Taran had proved nae to mind me at times unquestionably shabby appearance. Just th' opposite, he ne'er tired o' remind me how wee fetchin' th' landscapes o' exsotic Caribbean keeked compared to…
Slight blush colored me cheeks due to th' embarrasin' recollection as I daunered th' stairs doon all th' wey to th' gentry side o' th' manor. Soon reachin' th' main staircase 'n' nae long efter saw me companion stand at th' foyer as always. What else but greetin' me wi' a fresh bouquet o' fragrant flowers which brought a shy smile to me lips as such gesture still felt quite unnatural to me, even we'd been seein' each other regurarily for months noo. But o' coorse I accepted 'em wi' tankful smile.
"They're hardly any less beautiful than th' last. Thank ye, ye're spoilin' me."
"That a'm, lass, because ye're worth all th' flowers I can geez ye!" Taran replied in his confident manner, laughter in his deep voice as he neist waved at Amyas who'd stayed positioned at th' door to open it for us. Takin' th' bouquet from me hauns 'n' handin' it to th' butler, pointin' at the' flowers afore placed his hat back on his dark heid. Takin' me arm.
"Mak' sure those ur placed intae th' lass' room 'til she returns!"
"Right away, sir. Enjoy your day sir."
In familiar fashion we then left th' manor behind us, followin' a familiar path as oor intention to mak' a wee turn aroond th' park afore oor wey would lead us ultimately to th' shore thro' th' city streets. Me listenin' to Taran's account o' th' recently risen influence o' his clan's, (thanks to their grown military power enabled by a contract signed wi' th' British Crown), which had brought 'em nae alone wealth 'n' political status, but their very ain Navy. A terrifiyin' might o' 50 large battleships armed wi' 30 carronades, which each could carry a crew o' ower 150 heids at a time. All given as a gift to th' maist powerful clan o' Scotland from England for joinin' to th' extermination o' piracy from all seas.
"Sounds fascinatin'", I found meself sayin' at some point, me however nae have been able to focus oan his speech regardless o' me serious efforts as me mind had slipped intae other matters entirely.
Taran then took a break 'n' turned to examine me, me stoppin' efter a few seconds in confusion to direct equally as doilt gaze at th' man, liftin' me eyebrows at 'im.
"What is it?"
"Ye've paid heed to nothin' I've said, haven't ye lass?"
I stiffened unintentionally efter gettin' caught in th' very end, but simply bettered me hold o' 'im 'n' pulled 'im wi' me, smilin'. "What makes ye think that? O' coorse I heard what ye said, 'n' I find it very interestin'. Please go oan."
"I might've nae known ye for a long time lass, but I ken when somethin' I say bend yer lugs."
I sighed, shakin' me heid afore then turned to meet Tara's eyes when we finlly reahed th' outskirts o' th' town. "Very weel, I admit it. Forgive me, usually I would be ewager to hear aboot th' matters ootside Britain but noo I… have somethin' else in me mind… But I shouldn't have. Forgive me, what were ye sayin' again?"
"Does it concern a certain event o' th'morra?"
"Enough o' that Taran, please. I've poured me hert oot to ye far too often, so it's unacceptable that I noo neglect ye this wey efter all ye've done to me by listenin'."
"If ye're thinkin' aboot that lad who's to marry lassy Elizabeth, then ye're right Miranda. It's unacceptable."
I dropped me gaze wi' a sharp breath, keekin' awa' in embarrassment. I kenned that much, 'n' I'd made such a great progress in lettin' go o' me hopeless luv for William in these last weeks… But tomorrow… It still terrified me, th' thought o' how I would react in tomorrow's wedding efter all th' time I'd spent nae seein' 'im. Me nae kennin' was I finally strong enough to smile thro' th' event, or… I sighed in frustration. I had to be. I'd moved oan, left William behind me wi' th'help o… Taran.
I stealthily stole a peek at th' Scotsman daunerin' by me side. It truly had done wonders these months, his company. I don't ken what I would've done if I hadn't splashed that tea ower 'im 'n' met 'im that day o' th' engagement party, as regardless o' th' qualified impression I'd at first had aboot his clear attraction to me, as th' time had past even rather pleasantly I'd learnt exactly that what Mattie had told me: all his faults aside, in essence he appeared to be a guid man. Someone I could confidently… fall in luv wi'.
To tell ye th' truth, I didn't actually care for 'im as much as he seemed to fancy me. His sometimes too straightforward wey o' expressin' his affections simply befuddlin' me rather than flatterin' me. 'N' all in all whenever I keeked intae his eyes there wasn't that same "blissful luv" which had taken ower me every time I'd locked gazes wi' William. Taran's presence nae affectin' me in a wey that I would've felt meself swoon ower 'im…
I closed me eyes. What was I doin' again, comparin' Taran to th' one I'd promised to block oot o' me hert for guid? I needed to clear me heid, as what I had right noo in me life was somethin' too guid to let go… A wealthy, honorable man who seemed to luv me… Who was I to push all that awa', when it would bring me but happiness? That happiness I'd lost but desperately wanted to find again? Naw, I was only bein' foolish. 'N' rude to Taran, who'd been nothin' but too sympathetic ower me.
"Say, Taran, I ken I cannot offer ye any glorious lunch at th' servants quarters given th' circumstances, but would ye lik' a have a cup o' tea back at th' manor? I made a pie this mornin' 'n' wondered if ye…"
Me lips seized instantly when I'd turned me eyes from Taran in front o' me, to see who else but William dauner toward us. Wave o' terror washin' ower me as I saw 'im approach from afar, in th' end comin' to a halt 'imself due to th' sight o' us. 'N' even everythin' in me screamed that me reaction was completely wrong, that I shouldn't have become by any means embarrassed for 'im to see me wi' Taran, I still couldn't do nothin' but stare. 'Til I did th' maist ridiculous thing a person could in such situation: I hid. Instead o' takin' Taran's arm 'n' passin' William wi' class, wi' a quick breath me yankin' open th' door o' a horse stable I noticed conveniently to stand neist to us, rushin' inside. Me hert poundin' rapidly as I closer th' door as swiftly, feelin' meself lik' a idiot immediately. What was I, a child who ran awa' from troubles by hidin'?
I hid me face in me palms, thinkin' wi' shame how in such embarrassing manner I'd abandoned taran ootside juist to escape me former lover's stare, as if I was embarrassed aboot me and Taran? But wait, maybe I… No. No this was all because o… Was I always goin' to act lik' this, runnin' awa' from 'im? I possibly couldn't be that childish… What Taran would've thought o' me then, that I was a ludicrous hussy who was worth no attention from 'im? I didn't want that, I didn't want 'im to forsake me due to me ain silly behavior… Or did I, was this was I didn't seem to be able to forget William? No. I wanted Taran.
I cringed when th' stable door slammed shut again, familiar footsteps nearin' me from behind as I collected meself. Turning to face Taran who indeed didn't appear pleased, nor did he seem angry either. Juist examinin' me contemplatively, smoothin' his cane his heid inclined.
"If it's any consolation he seemed pure regretful due to yer impulsive evanescence."
"Taran, I am sorry. I juist, whenever I see 'im…" I tried to explain, sighin' deep as lifted me ashamed but honest gaze to keek intae his ain, but what gouped back at me from those grey eyes o' his wasn't that type o' politeness I expected. But rather that kind o' vexation which was expected, me endurin' th' critigue o' his gaze by kennin' it to be justified by this preposterous charade o' mine which but demeaned 'im.
"I think th' time o' excuses has passed, hasn't it lass?" Taran stated, me flinchin' hardly noticeably due to th' sound o' that sharp edge which I hadn't heard afore in his voice. Blinkin' me eyes as for wance gathered me courage 'n' returned his strict stare (somethin' I should've been able to do wi' William too to regain some o' me poise). Taran takin' a step toward me as his attentive irises roamed me ower to see even th' slightest changes in me features when he made his followin' question, that action somewhat awakin' discomfort in me regardless th' faith I'd so far build for this man.
"I asked ye a question afore ye stalked aff from that Turner lad", he stairted, me keepin' meself collected 'n' didn't let me gaze falter when he leant even closer. Nae but a few uncomfortable inches separating us from close contact as he stared deep intae me eyes, delvin' for th' answer long afore I had me turn to speak. "Are ye or are ye nae still bothered by th' fact that that layabout who left ye lik' a wrecked ship to sink is to get merrit to anither wifie?"
I was efter all so bemused by th' amount Taran could make oot from me wi' a single glance that I didn't find a suitable reply, simply openin' me geggy but nothin' came oot. Th' objections, definite ones tryin' to be released from me lips but as always somethin' prevented me from sayin' 'em, which didn't please Taran when he saw me drop me eyes doon from his coupon. I didn't dare to keek at 'im for a moment, simply separatin' thro' me lashes how his jaw rose for understandable ire.
"Am I tae take yer silence as a sign o' consent Miranda?" he asked, serious. "All this time I've sacrificed tae gain yer affections… Is this what I'm tae ye, lass? Nothin' but a potential wey tae mak' that Turner fellow jealous?"
Me shakin' heid swiftly rose, me eyebrows drawin' intae a line as I tried to convince 'im wrong wi' me gaze which was reassurin'. At least I aimed it to be as wanted meself 'im to be wrong, however nae kennin' th' real answer to that mystery as took hold o' his forearms.
"No, o' coorse nae."
"Then prove yerself truthful."
I was astounded, inchin' awa' a wee to eye at his earnest features this time questionably, 'em nae softenin' even a bit due to me reply. "What do ye mean…?"
I got startled when I was all o' a sudden pulled closer by Taran, against 'im when his strong grip had caught me left wrist, me gaze glancin' from me haun to 'im in honest puzzlement, 'til eventually his hold o' me wrist loosened 'n' his fingers somehow found themselves among mine. Me shy gaze at first fearin' to meet his when he noo leant forward, so close that I could feel his breath oan me skin.
"I'm juist sayin' that his loss is me gain", he remarked, bafflin' me even mair as I noo tried to keek serious meself, lockin' gazes wi' 'im.
"What?"
"For th' past weeks ye've led me tae believe that I don't have tae fear that blacksmith tae pose any threat tae me in encapturin' yer hert. But by th' episode I juist witnessed at th' other side o' those doors I've stairted to doubt th' true nature o' yer feelings 'n' to which o' us they belong… As ye should be old enough tae ken th' true meaning hidden behind simple keeks, smiles… 'N' takin' that intae consideration for weeks ye've acted as if ye're mine. Mine tae touch, tae winch…Ye want tae forget, don't ye?"
I released extremely nervous breath as he took a secure hold o' me, efter what it appeared as an attempt o' kissin' me separatin' that much to level a keek intae me eyes again. His irises however softened a tad as he examined me wance mair, innocent blush makin' wey oan me cheeks as I neist received such attention from 'im that for a moment I thought it to cause me to run awa' again. But I didn't, couldn't, juist standin' there when he noo circled behind me wi' slow steps. His hauns slidin' suggestively oan me waist which caused me tingle all ower, but nae pleasantly. Th' greatest embarrassment yet fillin' me when lik' it was nothin' he wasted nae time to touch me again, me closin' me eyes as I felt his lips to follow th' arch o' me neck.
"In truth I cannae understand how that laddie could've left such a lass lik' ye… But if ye're ower 'im as ye claim, then… yer hert should be then prepared tae forget 'im. Let me help ye tae forget that Turner lad… tae think only me."
"Taran…" I tried quietly, but that was all that came oot o' me geggy again as his hauns had slid all th' time higher oan me waist. His fingers loosenin' th' front laces o' me dress in such quick 'n' experienced manner that I hardly noticed it afore I felt me hair to fall free oan me shoulders, Taran soon standin' right in front o' me again 'n' pushin' me against th' nearest wooden column. Me nae bein' able to do anythin' but stare at 'im in utmaist abashment unlik' I'd ever experienced, th' wey he neist eyed at me causin' th' hairs oan me arms to rise as efter a swift ('n' definitely expectant) keek ower me bare shoulders his lips sought mine wi' such ardor that it shocked me. Freezin' me oan me place as me eyes then juist closed again, me tryin' to comprehend th' emotions that his strokin' hauns 'n' fondlin' lips woke in me.
Me hertrate jumped thro' th' roof as I didn't ken what to do or how to act, simply standin' there in Taran's arms as he completely confidently made his wey wi' me. Me breathin' comin' oot as unsure breaths as he finally separated from me, me arms which had risen to stop 'im rather uselessly gettin' captured by 'im as he paid no need to me unsecureness. Juist kissed me neck, me closin' me eyes for th' third time as tried to tell meself to calm doon. I had to endure this, as this was right. This is exactly what I needed to do to… forget.
Or so I thought when was neist kissed again quite forcefully, his fervor terrifyin' me as a lass who hadn't done anythin' lik' this afore that day, 'n' to be suddenly thrown right in middle o' such a situation… But regardless o' all th' reassurances made to meself that moment when I was groped all ower, those thoughts which convinced me to allow me problems to be whisked awa' by this Scotsman's kisses 'n' touches, that tiny voice within me however kept remindin' me how wrong this was. How wrong those arms aroond me felt, how violent 'n' cold those lips felt against mine… How I was but a couple o' touches awa' from boltin' 'n' escapin' Taran's keen intimacy, 'n' indeed as his other haun noo slid doon me thigh to lift me skirt, somethin' rose among that stirrin' sense o' hesitation 'n' embarrassment which woke me from me fallacies. But I didn't have to act upon 'em, for me ultimate shock William's anger infested voice breakin' th' silence o' th' stable.
"Take your hands off her!"
I this time released a startled breath as Taran was jerked apart from me, me slumpin' against th' column oot o' breath, as me baffled gaze rose to goup at abruptly arrived (nae to mention enraged) William. Th' greatest blush yet turnin' me red all ower when I watched 'im to take a hold o' Taran's collar, his gaze drillin' intae his in incontinent rage.
"William?!"
"You, what do you think you're doing?" William stated in irritation, frownin'. "You have no right to touch her in such despicable way! I should have you arrested for what you've done!"
"By all means, go ahead", Taran challenged 'im, nae a bit threatened by William who tightened his grip o' im.
"Naw… William, let 'im go!" I ordered, steppin' closer efter getting' ower th' embarrassment o' th' thought o' 'im to have witnessed possibly all that had happened atween me 'n' Taran. But William didn't pay any heed to what I said, simply starin' at Taran in anger. Fumin'.
"Lord or not, this is indecent way to treat a unmarried woman. And I swear, if you ever do something like this to her again…"
"Young man, ye certainly have failed tae understand whit has occurred even efter provably spyin' oan us thro' a slit in th' door for quite awhile", Taran replied calmly, causin' William to gasp as weel. Me droppin' me gaze momentarily in shared sense o' shame as Taran wrenched 'imself free rather easily, snatchin' his cane from th' haystack 'n' used it to shove William awa' from 'imself. Taran's eyes neist visitin' mine in utmaist seriousness, no shame whatsoever written ower his features when he confronted William's gaze.
"Whit I did was all approved by 'er. I did nothin' to 'er which she wouldn't have allowed 'erself, so forgive me fur statin' oot th' fact that ye me lad have no right tae involve yerself intae matters that don't concern ye."
I followed emotions changin' oan William's flabbergasted coupon, 'til his eyes then turned dark in a similar wey to me brother's whenever he got angry. William turnin' but deaf ear to everythin' Taran had juist said to 'im 'n' simply flipped th' cane oot o' his wey, aboot to march back to Taran possibly to grab him again.
"This was all you! Miranda would never…"
"Enough!" I exclaimed then, surprisin' William by rushin' atween 'em, afore then pushed 'im awa' from me 'n' Taran. Directin' me ain irritated eyes straight intae his to shut 'im up, me seein' th' wey his muscles clenched under his clothes for pure bafflement that I took me "assaulter's" side oan this matter. 'N' I would, William's chivalrous ardor to defend me chastity but angerin' me.
"Don't ye dare to blame this oan 'im!" I said, stressin' each word in utmaist frustration while wavin' toward th' door. "Juist get awa' form 'ere, this has nothin' to do wi' ye!"
"You mean…you agreed into this?" William asked, shocked 'imself as stared at me in ootrage, me gaze nae falterin' at first at all, 'til I stairted to feel that familiar guilt gnawin' at me. Those same shameful thoughts o' 'im witnessin' how I was touched by another man causin' me cheeks to flush, his dismay finally forcin' me to keek awa'. Me liftin' me arms to cover me shoulders in abashment.
We said nothin' then as speechless William's gaze moved atween us, me avoidin' to keek 'im in th' eye as juist sighed me eyes closed. Afore a light touch o' Taran's haun brushin' against me back caused me to open 'em 'n' turn to face 'im.
"It has been made clear that I'm nae desired to remain 'ere, so it's best that I leave", he told me, me replyin' wi' a wee smile as he then put oan his jacket. Placin' a fleetin' winch oan me cheek. "I eagerly expect tae see ye th'morra at th' reception, lass. I have somethin' pleasant planned for ye there."
"Lookin' forward to it."
So then Taran left, leavin' me alone wi' William. 'N' as th' stable doors closed efter 'im we juist stood there in broodin' silence, neither o' us comin' up wi' anythin' to say. 'N' eventually decidin' there nae to be a need for anythin' to be said I then sighed, turnin', stairtin' to gather me hair back oan top o' me heid.
"Why, Miranda?" William then suddenly asked, turnin' to me wi' a serious face. "What's gotten into you? Why would you do something like this with him?"
"Isn't th' answer plain enough for ye to understand?" I remarked indifferently, ignorin' im'. But me reply clearly didn't satisfy 'im any mair than Taran's nonchalant behavior had, me hearin' William to stride behind me. But I refused to face 'im, focusin' solely oan arragin' th' wisps o' me overgrown hair intae a decent coiffure afore exitin' that stable. To escape his inquisition.
"No, it's not Miranda. I don't understand you! To do something so…indecorous with a man you hardly know… This isn't like you", he told me in utmaist seriousness, me shakin' me heid in disbelief as then released a scunnered breath. Twirlin' aroond to keek at 'im.
"So what if it's not?" I questioned. "I've changed. I'm nae that same pathetic gullible lass who wance adored ye above everythin'. I know better, 'n' ultimately it's hardly none o' yer business what I do 'n' wi' who!"
"I'm worried about you!" William answered, causin' another frustrated sigh to leave me lips as I gouped at 'im in every moment growin' annoyance. "Of course it's my business to prevent you from doing something senseless as throwing away your reputation because some patrician throws himself at you!"
"I don't need yer worry, yet alone your insults."
"Miranda, listen to me. What just happened between you is a vivid proof of the fact that you should stay away from him. We don't know anything about him, and there's something that doesn't feel right to me whenever I see him. He's hiding something. Or has he told you that he most likely knows Peter, possibly better than we think? Why would he hide that unless there's some personal gain in it for him, for example getting closer to you with his help?"
"Stop, juist stop! I don't want to hear a word mair from ye!"
I finally was able to silence 'im when I at last had enough, boilin' ower, me breathin' wance again comin' oot as fits as I tried to prevent meself from lashin' oot when incredible pain mixed in wi' me irritation roiled within me. William returnin' me goup in clear astonishment as I then said nothin', eventually keekin' awa' from 'im what else but woeful. So much for me stayin' strong in front o' 'im…
"Is it true?" I soon heard 'im ask efter another moment o' oppressive silence, me glancin' to 'im as he faced me again wi' a questionable face. "Is it true that you're going to marry him?"
I noo gazed at 'im in honest puzzlement, nae havin' th' slightest idea what he was talkin' aboot. But as I stairted to wonder 'n' recalled what Taran had said juist afore he left, I released one mair incredulous sigh when th' truth dawned up to me then. Taran had somethin' planned for me at th' tomorrow's party… He was goin' to propose to me.
I needed yet another moment to calm doon from this freish shock William had inflicted upoan me wi' his revelation, evenin' me wance again quickened breathin' as he waited for me reply patiently. Me finally getting' meself together enough to respond, even smilin' a wee when I thought aboot th' probable proposal I was maist likely to receive th'morra.
"Should he ask me to marry 'im… I probably would accept", I told 'im, truthfully, me takin' notice th' wey his expression changed intae unreacable as a clear sign for 'im to disagree wi' me decision. But I didn't care, simply liftin' me jaw up proudly as leveled a earnest gaze at 'im. Lacin' up me dress while spoke. "He's a great man 'n' he genuinely cares for me. Sae I don't see any reason nae to marry 'im."
"What if he doesn't?" he asked me then, me meetin' his gaze in surprise. "What if he's just using you, with no intention of marrying you?"
"What…? How can ye…" I spluttered flabbergasted, nae believin' me lugs.
"Miranda, you cannot promise yourself to a man like him! He's too old for you, and… you don't even love him."
I flinched 'n' me eyes shot back up to meet his, that emotion I saw swiftly flicker in his ain causin' th' anger to flare up again. Me goupin' at 'im for a while completely speechless 'til took a step closer to 'im, keekin' at 'im wi' all that bitter contempt I could muster from deep within me where I'd tried to hide it during these passed year I'd pined ower 'im.
"Ye have no right to interfere wi' me life anymair!" I exclaimed then, apparently takin' William aback as I then allowed me rage to billow ower 'im unlik' it had ever afore. For th' foremaist time me lettin' all that sorrow 'n' hatred to vent oot for 'im to hear, me tears this time replaced by plain disdain
"Efter what ye did to me, ye have no say in wi' who I can marry! Do ye think that juist because I luved ye wance, then whoever ye choose to give yer luv to I still belong to ye 'n' cannot make attachments to elsewhere?"
"No, that's not…"
"Let me tell ye somethin'… What I do wi' Taran is none o' yer business, 'n' I maist definitely am nae askin' yer opinion in decidin' his suitability to me. So if ye dare to claim that he's juist lik' ye 'n' is interested in me juist to break me hert efter, don't! He's nothin' lik' ye, which is why he couldn't be mair perfect for me to marry!"
Efter me fit was ower I let oot a deep pent-up sigh, starin' at astounded William wi' hard eyes, nae keekin' awa' even wance. Finally expressin' th' strength I'd always wanted to find while face to face wi' 'im, 'n' it felt guid. But even I triumphed for th' fact that I'd finally had 'im taste his ain medicine, one part o' me still realized that I'd said a lot o' things that were but offensive. But ye couldn't take back what ye've said, so I simply hold back th' feelings o' sadness as oor stare lasted. Me hert however but lurchin' when he eventually turned his gaze awa', th' illegibility o' his face simply botherin' me.
"Do you love him?" he asked, calmly, me point taken. But I couldn't find an answer to that, so I simply sighed then. Finishin' groomin' me appearance afore stairted to march toward th' door, however getting' deterred at th' exit by William's voice.
"You're coming to the wedding tomorrow, aren't you?" he queried then, mair gently. But as I couldn't reply to that either he neist continued, his tone turnin' intae supplicant. That same kind o' warm as always when he talked to me. "Please Miranda, it's important to me. In spite of all I've done you're still important to me, and I want you to be present on my special day."
I hold back another litany o' ire oriented quips, but then simply gathered what was left o' me dignity to meet his eyes, liftin' me eyebrows. "I'm important to ye? Then why ye hurt me even mair by nae lettin' me become happy wi'oot ye, when I should let ye become happy wi' Elizabeth?"
William found nae words to answer to that. So as wance again we had nothin' mair to say to each other I then left, this time leavin' 'im alone inside th' stables. Headin' straight back to th' mansion to think. Me hert achin' th' very same wey it had when all this had begun, me for a while enlivened spirits turnin' low again so that I wasn't anymair sure could I pretend to be honestly delighted when Taran would ask me haun in marriage tomorrow… Right efter witnessin' th' luv o' me life to knot his wi' someone who wasn't me.
Scottish words:
Pronouns etc:
o'= of, th'= the, 'em= them, oor= our, 'n'= and, intae= into, 'er= her, 'im= him, me=my, ontae=onto, tae = to, sae = so, fur = for, naw = no, nae = not, oan = on
3rd chap:
wey = way, wee= little/small, wi' = with, wi'oot = without, efter = after, meself = myself, ower = over, hert = heart, aboot = about, stairt = start, lik' = like, juist = just, 'em = them, weel = well, ken = to know, 'imself = himself, ain = own, awa' = away, noo = now, fore/heid = fore/head, afore = before, freish = new, coupon = face, face = expression, aff = off, ye = you, noo = now, to keek = to look, 'ere = here, thro' = through, utmaist = utmost, aroond = around, doon = down, haun = hand, dauner = walk, atween = between, geggy = mouth, neist = next, guid = good, th'morra = tomorrow, doilt = confused, 'til = until, feart = scared, anither = another, muckle = much, ur = are, 'erself = herself, hoosehold= household, o' coorse = of course, wance mair = once more, awright = alright, scullery = kitchen, ne'er, lugs = ears, goup = stare, hae = have, donner = walk, hielands = highlands, laird = lord, ither = other, it's = it is, wull = will, 'greed = agreed, A'm = I am, merrit = married, scunnered = bored/fed up, hings = things, ur = are, mornin' = morning, to geez = give, mak' = make, to luv= to love, pure = very, wifie = woman, winch = kiss, cannae = cannot, foremaist = first