Anger and outrage surged inside him. Damn her for putting him in this position. Damn the whisky. Damn his own mindless reaction to her.
“I may not condone Fraser’s methods,” MacDonald said, “but he’s right; no one compelled you to accept his wee gift.”
“I didn’t know who it was. I thought you sent a woman to me.” He didn’t offer it as an excuse, but as an explanation.
MacDonald nodded. “Ah. I wondered. And the lass said nothing?”
Tor shook his head. Not until it was too late, at least. He stood up and paced across the room, knowing that if he had to sit there another moment he’d break something. The loss of composure only added to his anger. Finally, he turned back around to meet the older man’s gaze. “I’ll be damned if I’ll be forced into a marriage that is of no benefit to my clan by trickery and deceit.”
“If you refuse to marry the lass, you’ll make an enemy of Fraser and his family.”
“And Bruce as well, you mean.”Choosing sides, exactly what he’d sought to avoid.
MacDonald shrugged. “You know Lowlanders. They have codes. Rules. You took the lass’s virginity; you are honor bound to marry her. End of discussion.” MacDonald leaned forward. “But, I think I have a solution that may solve all our needs.”
Tor crossed his arms. “I’m listening.” Reluctantly.
“Fraser may have been overzealous, but we all want the same thing: for you to train and lead this team of elite warriors. What I’m suggesting is a compromise. Train the men for a few months—someone else can lead them. You can do so in secret, and no one need be aware of your involvement. You will stay outwardly neutral and not draw the ire or scrutiny of King Edward and MacDougall.”
“Unless someone discovers what I’m doing. Why would I want to risk it?”
MacDonald smiled. “Because it will benefit your clan to do so. If you agree to train the guard, I will appease Nicolson.”
Tor stilled. MacDonald had caught his attention. “How?”
“My youngest son needs a bride. I will see to it that he’s betrothed to Nicolson’s second daughter.”
Tor raised his brow. MacDonald must want him more than he realized for him to give Nicolson such a prized alliance.
It would work. Nicolson would have to accept. Staving off war with Nicolson was the reason he came, and MacDonald was handing it to him. But it wasn’t enough—it would only exchange one problem for another. “What you are suggesting solves only half the problem. If I marry Fraser’s daughter, I will have appeared to ally myself with the family—and with Bruce.”
MacDonald smiled. “Actually, thanks to Fraser’s treachery, it will be just the opposite.”
“How is that?”
“Rumors are already flying around that you ravished the lass. When you marry, it will only validate the rumors. Fraser will understandably be furious and you will appear to be enemies. Not such a stretch, I would imagine.” He chuckled. “It won’t look like an alliance, and no one will suspect you are working for Bruce.”
Outwardly maintaining his neutrality.
“I’m not usually known as a despoiler of innocent maids,” Tor said wryly.
MacDonald snorted a laugh. “We’ll let it be known that you were besotted. That you fell in love and when the lass’s father refused you, you took matters into your own hands.” MacDonald’s eyes twinkled with mirth, guessing how much the idea of sounding like a lovesick fool appealed to him. “Didn’t your brother recently do the same?”
Tor grimaced. “No one who knows me will believe it.”
“The lass is exquisite, and every man can be made a fool for love.”
Not me. But if he could weather the humiliation, it was just ludicrous enough to work.
“I never thought to hear such banalities from you.”
A flash of pain flickered in the old warrior’s gaze. “As I said, every man.” He shrugged off the strange sadness that had crept into his voice. “So what say you to our agreement? I will take care of Nicolson and give you the peace you wanted, if you agree to train the men. After three months, you can walk away if you wish. Everybody will be happy.”
Especially Fraser. Despite the obvious benefits of the offer, it went against every bone in Tor’s body to give Fraser what he wanted. Tor sat back in his chair, eyeing the other man carefully. “The alliance isn’t necessary. Marrying the girl doesn’t have to be part of the bargain. You will get what you want—my agreement to train the men—simply by staving off the war with Nicolson.”
“That might have been true before last night,” the older man said. Tor waited for him to continue, but he knew what he was going to say. “You’ve taken the lass’s virginity—no matter the circumstances. Fraser will find many who agree that you are honor bound to marry her. Bruce needs Fraser’s support, and for that he will need to keep him happy. The alliance must be part of the bargain.”
He should refuse. The alliance would only cause him problems.Walk away.
