A/N: Tiffany & Sherry rock!
Chapter 28
Edward worried about his wife as he and his men left the castle. He hoped Emmett would do a better job of keeping an eye on her than Jasper had. Isabella had a knack for getting herself into trouble. Surely, now that Alistair had left the castle and she wasn't able to leave the ground, she wouldn't be able to get herself into trouble? Ah, who was he kidding? Isabella would find herself in danger in an empty room. He could only hope that it would be something that Emmett could handle.
"She'll be fine," Jasper said, pulling his mount up to his Laird's side. He could tell by the expression on his face that he was fretting over his wife. He knew it wasn't like him to worry so, but he also knew that his Laird needed to keep his mind on the task at hand, especially if they were all going to make it home.
Edward merely grunted in response. He didn't wish to discuss his personal business with his captain.
"Aye," Collin laughed, from somewhere behind them. "Our new mistress is fine. Did ye see the red dress she was wearing this morning?" he asked one of the others.
Edward turned around and glared at all his men before any of them could answer. He wouldn't have them talking about his wife like that. They would respect her and if they couldn't do that, then they would keep their traps shut or lose their heads.
They rode for several more hours before they came upon the English. They had stopped by a stream to refresh their mounts. Luckily for Edward it was familiar land, the land of the clan Graham, who had an alliance with his clan.
He sent his archers to the top of the cliff to position themselves while he continued on with the rest of his men. The English didn't even hear them coming, but then he wasn't surprised. How could they hear them coming, with all the ruckus they were making? It wasn't until they were about ten feet away that one of the English soldiers noticed them. He sounded the alarm and they all rushed to protect a man, who he presumed was the Baron Segrave.
The Baron was a lot older than he had been expecting. He had grey hair and his face was weather worn. He wasn't surprised that Isabella didn't want to marry him. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to wake up to a face like that every morning.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" The Baron asked, snapping him from his thoughts. He had taken a step forward and unsheathed his sword.
Edward noted that his men were all gripping the hilts of their weapons, ready to battle. He signalled for them to hold, though they knew better than to move before his command again. "Edward Menzies," he said, proudly, nudging his horse forward. Jasper and Demetri flanked him.
"Ah, you're the Scottish bastard who stole my bride!" the Baron roared.
"That I am," Edward replied smugly. "Though I warn ye to watch yer tongue when yer talking about ma wife."