he teased with a small smile, but that quickly faded, and his wife wasn’t quite sure why. “Well, we’d best get ready for them,” he sighed, and Muira nodded her head obediently. ..ooOOoo.. Two hours later, Lachlan was dressed and prepared to meet the Camerons- prepared to meet his brother-in-law, the man he feared had it in his power to take away his wife, and MacEantach, the man whose actions had first driven Muira into his arms. The Laird wasn’t well enough to meet the Camerons in the courtyard, or even when they first entered the castle, they would have to be taken to his private chambers for that- so it was left to Lachlan as the MacRae’s tanist to welcome their guests. Muira was with him, waiting and not saying a word, although she kept glancing around nervously. There were a few other senior members of the clan, but not as many as would have been there, if the Camerons hadn’t brought forward their arrival time. “Sir! Sir!” Lachlan’s nephew, Sorcha’s son came bounding into the hall. “They’re here, Uncle Lachlan,”
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