Page 57 of A Rogue at the Highland Court
“One runaway bride at court is more than enough. I shall just have to wait to see what happens.”
The women left Allyson’s old chamber together and made their way to the chapel. A crowd already gathered near the entrance to the kirk, but they parted like the Red Sea to allow Allyson to make her way to where Ewan waited. He wore a fresh leine and his formal plaid. He had never looked more breathtaking to Allyson, and the people watching fell away as her attention focused solely on Ewan. His smile dazzled her as she watched him take in her appearance. The look in his eyes was a mixture of appreciation and hunger, lust and love. They joined hands as once more the Gordon plaid was wrapped around them.
“I, Ewan Andrew Gordon, take you, Allyson Elliot Gordon, to be my wife. I plight thee my troth.” Ewan beamed at Allyson, squeezing her hands beneath the checkered wool.
“I, Allyson Elliot Gordon, take you, Ewan Andrew Gordon, to by my husband. I plight thee my troth.” Allyson blinked several times as she struggled to keep the happy tears from falling. She refused to have anyone doubt her desire to marry Ewan. He pulled her against him, dipping his head for a kiss, uncaring that it was too soon in the service for that. The bishop cleared his throat but soon gave up, ordering everyone into the kirk for the Mass. If asked, neither remembered much of the Mass. It went on around them, but they had eyes for no one and nothing but each other. When the service was over, Ewan lifted Allyson off her feet and held her, kissing her in a manner that left no one in question that he loved his bride. He refused to rush, and it was only when Allyson tapped his shoulder that he eased her to the ground.
“Need to breathe,” she panted. Ewan chuckled, then swept her into his arms. He carried her to the Great Hall, where the feast celebrating their marriage and the beginning of Eastertide commenced. The king and queen offered Ewan and Allyson special seats at the high table, but the honor was lost on them as they fed one another and shared a chalice. They spent much of the meal whispering to one another, smiling at their shared secrets. They remained for three dances, then escaped to the quiet and privacy of their chamber. Once they were both free of their wedding finery, Ewan helped Allyson take down her hair. He enjoyed brushing the golden strands as they flowed down her back. Allyson was content to relax as Ewan’s gentle touch made her body come alive.
“Wife, I think it’s time we retire to that bed. We have a second wedding night to celebrate.”
“Husband, if one is good, then two is better.”
Ewan and Allyson climbed into bed, but laid on their sides looking at one another for a long time, only their hands touching. Slowly, they reached out, letting their hands roam over one another before Ewan rolled toward Allyson. He trailed kisses down her body until his lips brushed her curls. He laved her seam over and over as Allyson gripped his shoulders. Her knees fell wide as he ministered to her heated flesh, lapping up the cream that gathered in anticipation.
“I want to touch you too, Ew,” Allyson begged. Ewan slid his body over hers until he nuzzled her neck, and she wrapped her hand around his cock. Only a few strokes later, Ewan seized her wrist, bringing her hand to his mouth. He kissed each fingertip before placing her hand on his shoulder. He thrust into her as she raised her hips to meet him. Ewan was determined not to rush this coupling. They took their time, building anticipation until the torment and need for release was too great to endure. They broke apart in one another’s arms. Just like every other night since they made love for the first time, they alternated between bouts of lovemaking and sleep until they could no longer shut out the outside world. It was midmorning when a knock came to their door.
“That’ll be Eoin,” Ewan pulled his plaid around him and waited until Allyson covered herself with her robe. Ewan opened the door to find his twin on the other side. “We ken we need to be on the road. We’ll be in the bailey in a quarter hour.”
Allyson couldn’t hear what else the twins said to one another, having discovered they didn’t always speak in complete sentences and often communicated more with looks than words. When Ewan shut the door, Allyson bounded out of bed and rushed toward the clothes she’d laid out the day before.
“You don’t have to look quite so excited to escape our bed,” Ewan chuckled as he pulled Allyson’s robe off.
“You said we’d be down in a quarter hour.”
“Aye, that’s leaves us ten minutes. I dinna need that long,” Ewan teased as he cupped Allyson’s backside and pulled her against him. Allyson scanned their chamber. Ewan arranged for her belongings to be sent to Huntley the day after they arrived at court. They’d each packed their satchels the morning prior, so there was little for them to do but get dressed. Allyson shrugged, then grinned.
“And I thought you’d only take five minutes.”
“Cheeky lass.” Ewan followed Allyson to the end of the bed and growled at the lusty smile she cast him over her shoulder. Twenty minutes later and still a bit breathless, Ewan and Allyson joined Eoin and Andrew in the bailey. The king and queen appeared to bid them farewell, wishing them safe travels until they should see them again. Allyson rode in center of the riding party, with Ewan and Eoin flanking her and Andrew in the lead. It was three days of hard riding along the eastern coast and into the Highlands, but as they traveled inland, the Cairngorm Mountains took her breath away. She glanced at Ewan and remembered how she’d once compared the twin Highlanders’ size to the majestic peaks in the distance. Her home was now in the Highlands, far from the bitter memories of life along the border. Her future was with the Highlander who rode at her side, and she couldn’t ask for more.
Epilogue
Ewan watched as Allyson folded the missive that arrived that morning before easing their sleeping son from her breast. The bairn cooed and blew bubbles as Allyson wiped his plump lips and pulled her hair free of his tiny fingers. As if she sensed Ewan observing her, she looked over at her husband, who sat on the floor with their two older sons. Allyson had discovered she was carrying their oldest son, Torquil, soon after they arrived at Huntley. She cast up her accounts one morning, and Ewan forbade her to leave their bed until the healer examined her. When the midwife slipped past him to go up to the chamber where the healer remained with Allyson, Ewan’s legs buckled underneath him. Eoin suggested a dram of whisky, but Ewan was already taking the stairs two at a time. That was nearly five years ago. When, two years later, Allyson summoned the midwife again, Ewan was better prepared for news of their middle son’s impending arrival. Leith sat beside his older brother as they passed carved wooden soldiers back and forth. Allyson rose and carried their youngest son, Teague, to his cradle. At a year old, he was nearly too large for the infant's bed. All three of their sons took after their father in size and build. Ewan had feared for Allyson during each delivery as he watched her push three large bairns out of her tiny body. He knew then that his wife was invincible.
“Angus’s written to say Mother’s dead,” Allyson whispered as she took Ewan’s hand as he led them back to the chair she’d just left. He sat and pulled her onto his lap. “It’s been five years since I last saw her, and I can’t say that I feel aught at the news that she’s gone.”
“She wasna a well woman, mo ghaol. We kenned that. Yer father was right to send her to the convent. The nuns were able to tend to her.” Ewan gave up his courtly Lowland speech once they returned to Huntley, and Allyson was glad for it.
Margaret Elliot spent the last five years of her life at an abbey near Redheugh, but she slipped into madness when she learned that Mary and Alice both got with child from men in their village and wouldn’t be marrying noblemen. The two sisters turned out to be content with their husbands, neither man tolerating their prima donna antics. Kenneth Elliot petitioned the king and Pope for an annulment which the Pope granted him, but he fell ill with the ague and died before he’d been able to seek a new bride. Angus took on the lairdship, and the Elliot clan thrived with a laird who kept himself informed of all things happening inside and out of the keep. Graeme proved to be a wise advisor to his older brother, and in the years since Allyson and Ewan married, the two clans strengthened their alliance by trading regularly. Allyson had put the past behind her and accepted her brothers for the men they became. But she hadn’t returned to Redheugh since the day she and Ewan rode away, and he promised she would never have to.
“I know. It was better for everyone, but I feel as though I should be sad or even guilty that I don’t feel sad. There’s just naught. I was at least a little saddened by the news of my father’s passing. He made an effort once Mother went to the abbey, and he did get to meet Torquil. Does that make me a bad person?” Allyson picked up the missive again, but couldn’t bring herself to open it. She handed it to Ewan, but he put it aside, wrapping his arms around Allyson as she leaned into the comfort of his chest. Five years had deepened their abiding love. Ewan was a model husband, while Allyson did all she could to make him happy and to serve the clan that welcomed her with open arms.
“Ye’re nae a bad person, mo aingeal. Ye are completely normal to feel as ye do. Neither Eoin nor I was as saddened by Mother’s death as I’m sure we will be when Father passes. Neither of our mothers were the type ye are.” Allyson nodded as she looked at the family they’d made together. She’d sworn the moment she learned she was expecting Torquil that she would love her children equally and never let a day go by that they didn’t know she loved them all. Allyson kissed Ewan neck as he stroked her hair. She loved the life they created together and the family they were raising. She had more than she’d ever imagined.
“Mo chridhe, do you think Eoin will have time to carve another wee bed for Teague? I will need that cradle again in six moons.”
Ewan froze as he absorbed Allyson’s words, and when he was certain he’d understood, he leaned away. “A bairn?” He whispered.
“Aye.” Allyson and Ewan kissed until their children became restless and demanded their attention. Allyson tucked hair behind Ewan’s ear before whispering, “And that’s how we ended up with four bairns in five years.”
