“At least we know someone will not easily defeat her when she goes to court next year. We cannot put off the queen’s request much longer.”
“Do you think she’s ready, Caity? What if it’s like it was for you or Cairren?” Alex’s chest tightened as he pictured his daughter among the courtiers.
“God help all who cross her path if it is. That reminds me, I shall have to remind her that she cannot punch men who offend her. Angus’s son’s nose still hasn’t healed.”
“The lad will never use the word harem again. Of that, I’m certain,” Alex scowled.
“Besides, she has five aulder brothers to rotate through visiting her. She won’t be alone that often.”
“God help them indeed.” Alex wrapped his arm around Caitlyn as they walked to their chamber. “Mayhap we should take a tray in here this eve, Caity. My arm aches.”
“I believe that not for a minute.” Caitlyn shook her head but asked an upstairs maid to send up a tray. “You wish to have an excuse for another bath with me today.”
“I feel dirty.” Alex shrugged his good shoulder.
“The only thing dirty is your mind, husband.” Caitlyn slipped into Alex’s embrace like she had for two decades, relishing the feel of her braw warrior holding her safe against a world that had challenged them often. But as they’d known from the beginning of their marriage, their friendship fueled their love and strengthened their partnership.
Caitlyn drew away to move her sewing basket from the table in the center of the room, but Alex caught her hand. “I love you, Caity.”
“I love you, Alex.” Caitlyn stretched to kiss his cheek, neither noticing she kissed his scar. The love and friendship they shared healed all their invisible wounds.
