Was she sore?
Was she upset with him?
“Kaiden.”
Kaiden cleared his throat. “Aye?”
His father chuckled, his eyes glittering with laughter. “Ye’re thinking about that lass again, aren’t ye?”
Kaiden grabbed his glass, swallowing the liquid in one gulp. “’Tis none of yer concern, old man.”
“Ye are!” his father cackled. “I knew ye would come tae yer senses and make her yers. She’s a feisty one, that Ferra is.”
She certainly was, but not in the way that his father knew her to be. Even now, he could feel the faint grip of her hand on his cock, her lips touching him. His breeks grew uncomfortable as his cock swelled, knowing that he would have to seek her out soon before he died of an aching cock.
“She’s a special lass,” he decided upon, straightening his breeks.
His father waved his hand at him. “Ye say that now, but mind me when I tell ye that ye will fall in love with that lass. Mark mah words, Kaiden.”
Kaiden didn’t want to talk about his wife with his father. “Wot are we going tae do about this planning?” he asked instead, feeling the need to get back into battle with his warriors.
His father drew in a breath, a frown marring his face. “The only option, I guess, is tae fight back. I dinnae wish tae see ye in the same predicament ye were in months ago, Kaiden. I cannae take that.”
“I won’t be,” Kaiden growled, absently rubbing his injured thigh. Every morning he rose from the bed, he could feel the pull on the mended muscles in his thigh, and forced himself to spend moments stretching it out like Ferra had taught him. She stated that the tightness would ease over time, but the pain would always be there, and the pain was something that Kaiden could live with.
Having to sit in the keep when his warriors were defending it was something he couldn’t live with.
“When the time comes,” he told his father, “I will ride with them.”
“I thought so,” his father sighed, leaning back in his chair. “But ye wilnae do it without being the laird.”
Kaiden arched a brow. “Wot?”
“It has been a long time coming,” his father replied evenly. “I wanted tae do it after the last one, but ye weren’t ready. Now, mah son, ye are ready tae take yer rightful place as the leader of this clan. ’Twas always wot ye were meant tae do, after all.”
Kaiden opened his mouth to object, but quickly shut it. His father was right. It was time for him to become laird, especially now that he had a wife. It would not be fair if something happened to him in this battle, and Ferra was left without the title of the lady of the keep.
“Aye,” he finally said, clearing his throat. “I will become laird.”
“Then we will plan the ceremony,” his father stated, a smile on his face. “I’m proud of ye, Son, of everything ye have become.”
His father’s words were still with Kaiden when he quit the study and walked into the main great hall of the keep, his eyes ever searching for his wife.
Instead, he found Erik striding toward him. “Wot is the plan?” his second-in-command asked immediately. “Do we go after them?”
“Nay,” Kaiden replied, rolling his shoulders. “Da wants tae make me laird first.”
His words clearly surprised the warrior, for he opened his mouth, no sound coming out at first. “Wot an honor,” Erik finally said, pressing his hand over his chest, near his heart. “I will be honored tae serve ye, mah laird.”
Kaiden smirked. “Not yet, ye arse. Get the warriors ready. I want tae train.”
Erik lifted a brow. “I dinnae think yer wife will agree with that plan.”
Kaiden clapped him on the shoulder, a smile on his face. “Wot she doesnae know wilnae hurt her.”
Erik snorted. “’Tis yer grave ye’re digging then. Come, I will spar with ye.”
So they did. For the better part of an hour, Kaiden sparred with Erik to stretch out his leg and gain his strength back in his sword fighting. At the end of the hour, Kaiden leaned heavily on his sword, his body drenched with sweat.
