Elizabeth entered Lachlan’s chamber carrying a basket full of knitting. She was pleased to see that a healthy pallor colored Lachlan’s face. A warm smile also graced his handsome face. Elizabeth’s heart flip-flopped in her chest. Lachlan was happy to see her. She sat the knitting basket down on the chair beside Lachlan’s bed. Elizabeth opened the curtains, allowing midwinter sunlight to pour into the small chamber. “Thank you,” Lachlan said as he propped himself up in the bed. “Tis the least that I can do to allow some sunlight to reach you. ‘Tis not right how you are being kept as a prisoner.” “Perhaps you are the only one who shares my sentiment, but I thank ye,” Lachlan chuckled. He watched Elizabeth as she kindled his fire. The sunlight lifted his spirits, but in truth it was Elizabeth that made his heart soar. She was the sunlight in his day. He looked forward to her daily visits, relishing the time that they would spend together. The thistle prickled his palm.
