“Nay evidence that the marriage has been fulfilled.” Kenneth exhaled through his nose, the sound almost a laugh. “So the proud laird of Argyll refused the Crown’s request.”
“It would seem so,” Kerr confirmed.
“Fool,” Kenneth shook his head, more than amused.
Laurence shrugged faintly. “Perhaps. But useful, because the law is quite clear on the matter. Without proof of consummation, the union may still be challenged.”
Kenneth’s eyes gleamed in the dim light and he gave a small nod, his pale face calm in the moonlight.
“But, there is more. I overheard Campbell speaking with the other lairds in the courtyard.” Laurence clasped his hands behind his back. “He admitted it plainly.”
Kenneth stepped closer. “Admitted what?”
Kerr’s voice lowered. “That the marriage has nae been consummated.”
The forest fell silent around them. Kenneth stood very still. The only sound was the distant lap of water against the shore. Then he laughed in an explosion of careless sound.
“Campbell always did have a talent fer arrogance.”
Kerr watched him with faint curiosity. “Arrogance, me laird?”
“He thinks the Crown’s blessing makes the lass untouchable.”
Kenneth’s gaze drifted toward the dark hills where Inveraray lay hidden beyond the trees.
“Paper marriages,” he murmured, “can still be broken.”
Kenneth’s mind had already begun moving. He could see it now with perfect clarity. Domhnall Campbell, so certain of his victory, so proud of his claim before the Masquerade, and so careful with the girl, careful enough to leave the marriage unfinished.
Kenneth’s smile returned. “Thatwas his mistake.”
Kerr tilted his head. “And what dae ye intend tae dae with this… opportunity?”
Kenneth’s eyes glinted. “Take her.”
“That will create a scandal,” Kerr replied, though he did not appear too surprised. “The Crown may nae agree.”
“The Crown is nae here,” Kenneth replied coolly.
He stepped away from the trees, glancing toward the narrow road winding through the forest.
“What matters is that Laird Drummond will agree.”
Kerr raised a brow. “The lass’ faither?”
“Aye.”
Kenneth’s tone carried quiet certainty. “He already despises Campbell fer stealing the match.”
Kerr still didn’t seem convinced, though he knew better than to say it out loud. “Ye believe Drummond will assist in abducting his own daughter?”
Kenneth laughed softly. “Assist?” He shook his head. “Drummond willinsistupon it.”
The royal commissioner remained silent. Kenneth turned back toward him.
“We will need men,” he said calmly. “Quiet ones.”
“That can be arranged,” Kerr nodded.
