Page 48 of Claimed By Her Highland Enemy
"And why nae? Ye deserve him. And Elsie's yer family too, now," Christopher reminded her.
The wedding feast would take place later that night and Christopher had stolen her away, insisting he had something to show her before any further celebrations could take place. He would not tell Morag where they were going, but it excited her to follow him, wondering what plot he could have possibly come up with in such a short time to take her by surprise.
She had thought that they would enter the village proper, but to her intrigue they kept going past it, around the outskirts until they reached a small hill rising a little distance away. The horses traversed the hill easily, and when they reached the top, there was a tiny two-horse stable there for them to eat and drink while Morag took in what Christopher had brought her to see.
A house stood at the crest of the hill, simple but well-built from stone, lovingly crafted to look warm and inviting even from a distance. It had two floors, and even from here it was clear that the top floor windows granted a view of the entire valley. For a moment, Morag simply didn't understand what they were doing here.
"Welcome home," he said.
She stared, astonished. Christopher laughed at her expression and took her by the hand, leading her inside. It was surprisingly spacious, though cozy, with a large hearth dominating one wall. There was comfortable furniture already inside, clearly donated from the castle, and even a few tapestries on the walls. Morag gasped and ran upstairs to find more of the same—a large plush bed, a fine writing desk, and a comfortable chair.
"This is ours?" she asked.
"A gift from me family. Fromourfamily and from the Murrays as well," Christopher confirmed. "It will be hard tae leave the Kincaid lands behind, but I'm startin' a new life with ye, and I just ken that here is where tae do it. We're close tae Elsie and Rolland, but also far enough away tae live how we please."
Morag didn't say anything, struck speechless. She moved to the bedroom window and stared out. Sure enough, she could see the village and even the castle on the horizon. And beyond them the silver rivers and rolling green hills of the Highlands. It was like a painting, yet more vivid than any artist could dream of capturing with the finest brush.
Christopher moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin against her head as they stared out into the wonder of their new life.
"Do you like it?" he murmured.
"I love it," she said. "I love you."
She turned to face him, and they held each other there in their home, safe and warm and knowing they were loved. War was coming, and there would be dark days ahead. Morag would have to face her father, and it would not be easy. Christopher may even have to fight his brother. But right now, together and in love, they knew they could withstand it.
They kissed, and that kiss was a promise—that come what may from the war with Campbell, they'd face it together.
