It seems that it be time ta meet me bride. At least she is nae obese like her faither. There be nae sense in keeping her covered and gagged now, so I may as well get this over with. Taking a deep breath to fortify himself for the worst Conan unbound her then moved behind her as he threw off the tartan to release the gag. His fingers stilled as he heard several of his men gasp.
He closed his eyes tight as regrets flew through his mind. She must be horrid ta claim such a response from me men! What have I done? His stomach churned for a moment before he reclaimed control. Slowly…very slowly, he opened his eyes to gaze upon his bride. His head spun… shocked at the sight before him, a look of astonishment on his tired face.
Finding his voice, he queried, “Ye be Kyla Ramsey?”
She glanced nervously about as his men drew closer, taking a step nearer her captor for protection.
“Aye,” she barely breathed in a whisper.
“Ye be certain?”
Kyla glanced up in annoyance.
“I should think I would ken me own name! If ye took me by mistake then I would be happy ta take a mount and return home.”
“But ye are nae ugly!”
She gasped! “I am sorry ta disappoint ye! If I had kenned ye wished for an unattractive lass…I would have had me maid sleep in me bed last eve! Oh…wait…I did nae ken ye were coming, did I?”
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