A/N: Thanks Sheiffy x
Chapter 7
The next few days passed by more or less the same. They travelled, they slept and then they travelled some more. Isabella's resistance towards Edward had diminished a little every day. She was slowly learning that he meant her no harm. If he had wanted to hurt her, he could have already done so by now. She doubted that his men would have stopped him, but he hadn't hurt her or even attempted to do so. All he had done was shown her kindness. Something that she had been brought up to believe the Scottish lacked.
They were now on their fourth day of travelling though Edward had initially stated that it would only take two. Isabella was now beyond tired and sore. She had bruises and blisters in the most unimaginable of places. All she wanted was a nice, hot bath and a comfortable bed to sleep on. She would give anything for either of those things.
She had begun to think this was God's way of torturing her disobeying her father and running away from her marriage. It felt as if they were never going to reach Edward's home.
Edward squeezed her arm, trying to comfort her. He could see how much pain she was in, and he hated that he couldn't do anything to ease it. "We're almost there," he said, hoping it would soothe her. He pointed towards the hill on the right. "If you look closely you can see the top of the tower roof, just behind the trees."
Isabella hadn't realised that they were that close. She closed her eyes, imagining the hot from a bath easing her tight muscles.
Edward returned his hand to her stomach, holding her as tightly against his chest, hoping to lessen the rocking from the horse.
"What position do you hold in your home?" Isabella asked, hoping that he would answer. She needed a distraction, but she also knew he wasn't one for answering questions.
"Laird," Edward replied, curtly.
"Laird?" Isabella gasped. All of this time she had presumed that she was travelling with soldiers and that perhaps Edward was their officer. She had never once thought Edward had held a higher position than that. He certainly didn't look like a Lord, nor act like one.
"Aye," he replied a little softer.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Edward shrugged. "You never asked."
"I never asked," Isabella mumbled, baffled.
She suddenly grew apprehensive wondering what her life would be like in her new home and what position she would be expected to take, and how Edward's people would treat her. Surely, they wouldn't welcome their Laird bringing home an English woman.