It was a very quiet ceremony held in the gathering room just as the sun had begun to set. The room had been filled near to capacity with their fellow clansman as well as the McDunnah men. While nearly everyone in attendance was glad to see the two young people marry, apprehension over the impending arrival of the English hung in the room like a thick, worrisome fog. After the priest pronounced them married, Duncan kissed her sweetly, almost chastely as the people surrounding them cheered on. Aishlinn blushed and though her heart ached with knowing what she would do come morning, she wanted to enjoy what little time they had together. Guilt tugged at her for not sharing with Duncan her plan to save them, but she knew that had she told him, he would have locked her in her room for the rest of her life. There was no time for congratulatory celebration for the newlyweds. Duncan took her hand and leaned in to whisper to her. “Tis not the wedding I’m sure ye imagined, nor the one ye be deservin’, lass. I promise we’ll have a better celebration after we be done with the English.” Aishlinn thought his smile could light up the darkest of rooms and nearly burst into tears.
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