Page 69 of The Heart of a Highlander
“I will never marry a man such as Guy de Beauchamp,” Elizabeth vowed. “I don’t care if he is one of the wealthiest lords in the land. Aveline can have him!”
“As if you will have a choice of who you marry.” Sadness blanketed Lillianna’s voice.
Elizabeth wished she could hug her cousin. Lillianna was likely thinking of her mother, who’d been forced to marry her father. Uncle Brice had beaten Lillianna’s mother for being unfaithful, and she had died from the beating. But being a powerful lord, he had gone unpunished for the death of a simple Scottish lass.
Elizabeth inhaled deeply, refusing to worry about problems that were years off. “We shall both use our very clever minds to come up with a plot to marry men of our own choosing. We will aid each other!”
“You are so naive and hopeful, Elizabeth. ’Tis one of the reasons I adore you so. I cannot linger, though I wish I could. I came to warn you that your mother is coming to see you today.”
Elizabeth tensed. Her mother never had a kind word for her, only criticism, and Elizabeth could only imagine what she would say about ignoring her father’s orders. Likely, she was livid. Not out of care for Elizabeth, of course, but out of fury over being embarrassed at court by Elizabeth’s actions. “You better depart, then. I’d not want Mother to take out her vexation with me on you.” And her mother would; Lillianna knew this. Mother cared for Lillianna even less than she did Elizabeth, which was barely at all. Elizabeth felt sure her cousin had only been permitted to come live with them because it had made Mother look charitable and warm-hearted.
“I’ll return tonight if I’m able,” Lillianna said.
“Only if it’s safe. I don’t want you bringing trouble to yourself on my account.”
“I’ll be careful,” Lillianna promised, then the tap of her footsteps fell on the floor.
Elizabeth stood there listening until the sound of Lillianna’s departure faded. Silence descended momentarily but was broken once more by the tap of shoes upon the floor. She sucked in a sharp breath, fearing it was her mother. She hoped Lillianna had not been seen.
A distinct jangling of keys and the clink of a lock made Elizabeth’s heart race. The door opened, and her mother, looking perfectly coifed and richly garbed, stepped into the room. Blue eyes that she’d been told a thousand times were the same color as hers narrowed on Elizabeth. “You cannot depart this room looking like that.”
Her mother’s unfriendly tone made her clench her teeth, but the news that she was to depart hit her like a ray of hope. “I’m to be released? I’m forgiven?”
“Forgiven?” Sarcasm laced Mother’s words. She stepped in front of Elizabeth, close enough that she got a full whiff of the pungent oil her mother liked to wear. “You are not forgiven. You are lucky to still have your head, you silly, willful girl!”
The slap came fast and hard, leaving a sting that brought tears to Elizabeth’s eyes.
“Marietta!” Elizabeth’s father boomed from the doorway. “Don’t raise your hand to Elizabeth again!” Relief flowed through Elizabeth, but as her father settled his dark, unfriendly gaze on her, it vanished. “She has to be taken through the great hall to depart, and I’ll not have anyone seeing her skin marred with red welts that will remind them of her deed.”
“She is the talk of the court!” her mother wailed. “Let them see we punished her!”
Elizabeth’s stomach knotted at her mother’s words.
“Clearly, you have not been in the Great Hall this morning,” her father said to her mother. “Elizabeth’s deed is no longer on everyone’s lips. Bruce is the talk of the court now,” her father said, his voice lethal. “It seems he left the rebel Moray’s castle and rode from there to join the other Scottish lords and renegades to rise against Edward.”
“Pity,” her mother murmured. “I had a hope to marry Aveline to Bruce but that won’t do now. He’ll lose his estates for certain.”
Her father frowned. “I have a marriage in mind for Aveline already, so don’t vex yourself. Now, wait outside. I wish to speak with Elizabeth alone.”
“Richard,” her mother exclaimed, “you promised me I would have charge of her now!”
The news made Elizabeth cringe.
“Woman!” her father roared. “You will, but you will have itafterI have spoken to her.”
Her mother, eyes wide and no doubt sensing she had pushed Father as far as he would be pushed, backed out of the room, shutting the door as she left.
Elizabeth pressed her back against the wall, wishing she could disappear into it.
Her father’s eyes seemed to harden as he looked at her. “You have made a fool of me.”
Elizabeth clenched her hands. “Father, no. I—”
“Silence!” The word whipped across the space and hit her just as hard as her mother had.
She flinched away from him and fisted the slick material of her gown in her hands.
Her father’s gaze raked over her. “I always had a particular tendre for you, so I allowed indulgencies I did not with your brothers and sisters, ones I should not have allowed.”
