Chapter 2

Spring 1450 (ten years later)

Reyna Gregor stared at the meadow, one hand tangled in the worn leather cord about her neck as she watched the heather sway in the light spring breeze that danced through the moorland grasses. For years, this place had been her refuge, and a place where she'd made some of her happiest memories. After today, she might never see it again.

When Blake had disappeared, and they'd received word that he'd been exiled, she'd come to the meadow every day for a year, until she could no longer ignore the bitter truth. Blake Sinclair was gone, in every sense of the word, and he would never come back.

Her hand tensed around the flower. The cord dug into her neck as she tugged. She imagined the cord breaking, imagined the frayed strands and the weathered metal flower flying through the air to disappear forever among the heather.

"Reyna. There ye are."

Reyna stuffed the necklace under top of her dress, dropped her hand, and turned to see her sister-by-marriage, Tessa, wading through the long, thick grass. Tessa's movement was somewhat hampered by the soft rounding of her belly, evidence of the child she carried within. For a moment, she was tempted to reach out and help Tessa to her side, but she knew from experience that her brother's wife was an independent woman. Instead, she settled for a worried look. "Should ye be riding in yer condition?"

Tessa made her way to Reyna's side with a heavy grace that Reyna envied. "I'm well enough. ‘Tis early days yet, and the healer says the babe and I are fair healthy enough."

Tessa's gaze drifted over the meadow. "I was wondering where ye might have gone. I should have kent ye'd be here, though I dinnae ken why, as ye left yer herb-gathering basket at home. I thought ye'd stopped coming here years ago."

"I ken. But I only wanted tae come tae enjoy the peace, afore I have tae leave fer Murray Keep."

Tessa nodded. "I understand. Though I dae wish ye'd choose a meadow closer tae the castle tae find yer peace."

Reyna offered her sister-by-marriage an apologetic smile. "Aye. I ken full well ye're nae the only one who's exasperated by me habit o' coming out here. But…" She trailed off.

"But it's where yer memories o' Blake Sinclair are, and ye have the same questions I dae about what happened tae the lad."

Reyna nodded, glad Tessa understood. She'd tried to explain her feelings more than once to her brother and her father. Neither of them had ever listened. Not since the message from Clan Sinclair saying that the former laird was dead, his son had abandoned the clan and been declared an exile for his shameful behavior. That was all she'd been told, and all she'd ever been able to learn. Even after ten years, she still had no idea why Blake had been exiled, or how his father had died.

She had no idea where Blake had gone. And even less idea why he had never come to see her, never even sent word about what had happened. She'd sent a request for more information to the cousin who'd come to the meadow the last day she'd seen him, but she'd never received a response.

And now, it no longer mattered. In a few short hours, she'd be on her way to her new betrothed. She'd never have another chance to find out what had happened to the boy she'd once admired. The boy she loved.

"Reyna?" Tessa's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Sorry. I'm coming." Reyna turned away from the meadow. "I was just saying farewell tae some old memories. The last o' me childhood, I suppose."

Tessa's expression turned regretful, and her arm curled around to cradle the swell of her belly. "I'm fair sorry, Reyna… I ken ye never wanted tae marry someone like Laird Oran Murray."

"I didnae. And I dinnae even still. But it doesnae matter, does it? I've kent since I was a child that he was after marriage tae get himself an heir, since he has nay sons. I just didnae think he'd ever be daft enough tae try and claim me hand, with the feud between our clans, or that he'd stoop tae such cowardly measures tae get what he wants."

To her surprise and regret, she saw tears beginning to slide down Tessa's face. She hurried to wrap an arm around her sister-by-marriage to offer her comfort. "Dinnae fret. I'll be well enough, and I've had plenty o' time tae come tae terms with it. Besides, I'd dae fair worse than get married tae a man I dinnae love tae see Finlay back at me faither's side, and yers."

She reached out and laid a gentle hand above Tessa's. The child was too small yet to move much, but Reyna imagined she could sense the life growing inside her brother's wife anyway. "Yer bairn needs a faither, ye need yer husband, and me faither needs his heir. ‘Tis well worth a wedding, even tae Laird Oran Murray, tae get him back."

Nearly a season ago, Oran Murray's men had ambushed and kidnapped her brother and taken him hostage. With her father's only heir in his dungeon, Laird Murray had informed her father that he'd only trade Finlay for the chance of an heir of his own, and a marriage alliance to bring an end to the feud between the clans.

Tessa's brow furrowed, then she spat out a curse that would have made some of the soldiers Reyna knew flush to hear. "Laird Oran Murray's a craven, cowardly, dishonorable wretch o' a man, too foul and twisted tae even be called a bastard. And I hate that he managed tae take Finlay prisoner tae force yer faither tae agree tae this."

Reyna laughed, but she couldn't help but wonder if Tessa's anger was coming from more than missing her husband and worrying over her bairn. She took a deep breath. "Laird Oran's man has arrived?"

Tessa nodded, her expression going soft with regret. "Aye. Arrived just afore I came tae get ye."

"Then ‘tis best tae nae keep the man waiting." Reyna helped Tessa into the saddle of her horse, then swung up into the seat of her own. Her bags were already packed and waiting back at Gregor Keep. No doubt her father would have them in the front hall and prepared for loading onto the horses.

She could only hope that whoever Laird Murray had sent to collect her wasn't too much of a brute.