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Disappoint him? "Nae, sweetling. Childbearing is risky. I lost my mother to the fever. And then my wee brother also passed. I would understand completely if you are unwilling to go through birthing a bairn."
She taunted, hoping to get a rise from him. She’d be waiting
’til the world and all its realms no longer existed.
He remained behind an impassive facade.
Oonagh scrutinized him through narrowed eyes then grasped a
crystal pawn from the ebony and ivory chessboard. “What brings you to the
palace, Dugaid? You have not bothered to visit your mother in many a decade,
preferring to cavort with those of the earth realm. Perhaps you are more of
their ilk than fae.”
She took a deep breath and sang,
accompanying herself on the lute.
Her voice was that of an angel.
Finn found himself caught in the
web she wove with her words, her song a soulful love ballad. Unable to shift
his gaze from her, he more than likely smiled like an idiot.
When she finished several
enchanting songs, she attempted to coax Archibald to sing along with her. He
refused, but Jamie volunteered and together they sang a merrier ditty about
four drunken warriors and one sassy wench.
In his anxious state, Munn couldn’t
conjure an invisibility glamour. He used the speed spell instead and darted
faster than a human eye could see, tripped Elspeth in passing then dashed
through the castle gate before Donald reached the couple. He giggled with glee.
There was more than one way to bring Elspeth and Finn together. If he must keep
tripping one or the other to force them into each other’s arms, so be it. He
peeked around the edge of the wall.