Page 24 of The Wolf Laird's Obsession
Suddenly, the keep did not feel so foreign.
Flora shrugged off her cloak and tossed it over a chair before pacing around the room, as if assessing whether it was up to standard. “The room is… nice.”
Sorcha snorted. “It isnae much of a home, is it?”
Flora reached out and gave her arm a gentle squeeze. “Nae yet, but it will be. Ye’ll see.”
I’m nae sure about that.
“Well,” Flora said, changing the subject. “Ye’re married now.”
Sorcha let out a heavy sigh. “Aye.”
Flora’s expression softened. “Oh… It has been a long day, has it nae?”
Sorcha’s mind flashed through everything that had happened, a lifetime crammed into a single day.
“The longest of me life,” she muttered.
Flora hummed sympathetically before opening the trunk, rummaging through Sorcha’s belongings until she pulled out a small satchel.
“Come,” she said, gesturing toward the chair near the hearth. “Sit. We’ll make ye presentable before yer Wolf comes lookin’ for ye.”
He’s nae me Wolf. As if I could tame the beast.
Sorcha lowered herself into the chair with a quiet sigh as Flora uncorked a vial. The scent of lavender filled the air almost immediately.
“Ye daenae need much. Yer bath oils did all the work. Just need some final touches.”
Flora dipped her fingers into the oil and gently worked it into Sorcha’s hair, the soothing scent wafting through the room.
It should have felt calming. Instead, the quiet only gave Sorcha’s thoughts room to wander to things she’d rather avoid. She fiddled with the hem of her sleeve, unsure of how to bring up the subject.
“Flora…”
Flora paused, clearly sensing her hesitation. “Me Lady?”
“Ye’ve heard things, havenae ye?”
“Heard things?”
“Ye ken.” Sorcha gestured vaguely. “About… the weddin’ night.”
There was a brief moment of silence. Sorcha wondered if the maid had heard her.
“Oh,” Flora said awkwardly, clearing her throat. “Well, nae from experience.”
Silence fell again.
“Ye’re nay help at all.”
They both burst into laughter.
“Well, I do ken one thing.”
“What is that?”
Flora leaned slightly closer, lowering her voice. “If ye’re nae sure what to do, let him take the lead.”
