Page 128 of Claimed Highland Brides

He frowned, wondering what she was talking about.

“But then the morning comes, and the mounding shapes are beautiful green hills, and the looming shadows are tall, straight trees, sheltering us and bringing us rain.”

She turned to him, her brown eyes gleaming in the dark of the moon. “It’s all perspective, ye see.”

He blinked, surprised that a seven-year-old could speak this way.

“Ye’re wise beyond yer years,” he murmured.

She smiled. “Seven isnae tha’ young.”

“’Tis younger than me and I couldnae think like tha’.”

She shrugged. “Maybe not the noo. Yer world is dark and filled wi’ shadows. Just wait for th’ morning. It’ll be better in the morning. Alrigh’?”

He exhaled softly. “Aye.”

She reached out and squeezed his hand. “Come now, it’s bedtime. Will ye no’ try to get some sleep?”

He turned without a word and allowed her to lead him to his chambers. She left him at the door with a soft good night, and he was surprised when he woke up in the morning, having slept the rest of the night away.

“It’ll be better in the morning,” he murmured to himself as he got up and went to watch the sunrise.

“Beg pardon m’lud?” Angus said as he folded clothes and put them away.

“Nothing, Angus. Nothing at all.”