"Alright then. If me broth is split again, I’ll have yer pretty head, Davinia." Davinia opened her mouth to talk when she was interrupted.
"Miss, we have a problem with the drinks." A voice called out to her, and she gave the cook one last smile before she made her way toward her next challenge.
This was her life, it was a life she was satisfied with. She had never been one to be pampered as her upbringing showed. She had her principles in life, not relying on a hand to feed her.
Born into a poor family, their main occupation was farming. At a young age she had been faced with the hardship of life until she met with the kitchen matron, Maria by chance. Impressed with Davinia, she took in the girl as a servant. It was a better way to make a larger earning for her family.
It was difficult at first as she had missed her family dearly, it dampened her spirit anytime she thought of them. She missed her sister the most of all but the determination to change something, no matter how little in their lives, always kept her going. She worked for the MacLachlan clan for years, getting to know the Laird's family better. Of the two sons, she was particularly attracted to the second son, Gawain. They stayed as friends as she thought but she did show her affection in her little ways never seeking praise.
She thought Gawain to be selfless, taking up his brother's position after Caillen abandoned it to travel. She did feel his banishment was unneeded as he had only done what should have been done as a true son of the clan. She had watched him fit himself into the role of Laird, even going as far as engaging to a woman from another clan. A woman Davinia could not compete with. Lady Flora was a perfect match for him, and Gawain simply adored her. Davinia could only watch from a distance. It was not her place but that did not mean she could not desire it. In her eyes, Gawain was perfect, being what many men could not.
She could delude herself, pretend to make herself feel better and say Gawain could have loved her as much as she did him but she knew it wasn't going to happen. She knew her place.
She continued to guide the servants on setting up the grand hall for the event. How overjoyed had she been when she learnt her sister, Emer was with child once more. The Laird had insisted on yet another feast to celebrate it. Emer would rather not but was soon persuaded by her husband. Important people had been invited and it was up to Davinia to make yet another impression.
"Miss, miss." A girl was coming toward her, a tray filled with pitchers of wine balanced in her hands. Had she been trying to show Davinia something, it did not matter anymore as the girl stumbled just a little over her own feet, collapsing into Davinia's arm, forcing her to take the tray before the servant met with the ground.
Unfortunately for Davinia, she didn't quite catch the tray just right and ended up falling backward but just before she met with the ground, strong arms caught her, steadying her and the wine tray, a few drops spilling from the pitchers.
Everything was still for a moment, servants pausing their tasks to make sure she was alright, the one on the floor scrambling to her feet to take back the tray and awaiting a scolding. Davinia felt the heat of the body behind her, the person coming close enough that she could hear their breathing before they chuckled. The vibrations from the person, she could feel them on her back. "I love what ye've done with the place. It's perfect, as always."
Davinia prided herself on being able to control her emotions. It was how she got into working for the clan properly, it was how she could push Gawain and Flora to the back of her mind but unfortunately, there was a first time for everything.
She slowly turned, a part of her knowing who the deep voice belonged to, another part of her, convinced she had finally lost it. Faced with a man who towered a good head above her, brown hair fell in loose ringlets over his shoulder with sharp facial features, a scar over the corner of his lips. He was big, perhaps bigger than the Laird himself. She almost couldn't recognize the man until he smiled. A soft, small smile that made his blue eyes light up in a manner.
It was him. It really was him.
"Gawain..."
His eyes lit up brighter at the mention of his name, his smile, wider. She stood frozen almost unable to believe it was truly him. Why had he come? How had he been let in? Had something changed and she wasn't aware of it? Had he been pardoned? Would he stay? She had no idea but she surely couldn't be the only one who believed his presence was going to cause an uproar and she was not talking about the clan.
Her heart ached as she reached up to touch him. Her hands landed on his shoulders, she felt him. He was real, she was not dreaming. She cupped his face, running her finger across his scar, his hair tickling her.
"Gawain, it really is ye." Her lips split into a smile that almost mirrored his as an elated giggle left her lips. “Tis ye. Tis really ye!" She laughed as she let go of his face.
"Ye are excited to see me again, Davinia. I was certain I would have to endure a scolding." She laughed, placing her hands on his biceps.
"I forgive ye so I’ll nae scold ye."
"Davinia, I—"
"Gawain!" The voice of the Laird, Caillen cut out through the hall, breaking Davinia away from his embrace. Servants scurried to complete their tasks, pretending not to notice the Laird and his pregnant wife trailing behind him.
"Brother." Gawain's smile was tight, spreading across his face. He was satisfied, seeing his brother happy with his life but couldn't bring himself to actually smile back. Caillen pulled his brother into a tight embrace, laughing when he pulled away to look at his younger brother.
"Look how rugged ye look now, Gawain. It has been so many years, I’m so glad I finally found ye. And brought ye back to the clan."
"Aye, ‘tis good to be back."
"I’m so happy to see ye, Gawain. We must talk about everything that has happened. This is me wife, ye ken her."
Emer stepped forward, a smile on her lips." Gawain, it is wonderful to see ye again. I'm glad that ye came."
"Excuse me, milord. I must be on my way to the kitchen." Davinia said as she started to leave. Gawain noticed and tried to go after her, but Caillen stopped him.
"Ye just join us fer the early festivities tonight. Davinia has decorated the hall just for that. We can talk better then and I do want to hear everything, Gawain."
"Aye, I’ll be there but I need to talk to Davinia urgently in private. I’ve brought her a gift." He said and Caillen's eyebrows went high and his wife cast Gawain a look, both surprised at the statement.
