Cylest turned sharply on her heel, whipping around to face Lachlan, her eyes wide. The thought stunned her, having heard of his history with women, and the depth and breadth of his exploits.
She wiped her hands on her apron and walked toward him, stopping at the dinner table.
“Truly? You’ve never been unfaithful? Not to anyone?”
No. Never.” He replied emphatically, returning the intensity of her stare.
“But… “ she began
He crossed the room and stood on the opposite side of the table from her , his hands resting on the back of two of the chairs he had fashioned for her.
“I know it must seem as if I was a rogue in every sense, when you’ve heard about my past. And I may have bedded more than my share of women. But I’ve never betrayed a single one. “
His eyes darkened. “Have I discovered my woman playing the common whore? Indeed I have.” Pausing for a moment, he continued in a lower voice. “I never told you that I was married once.”
Cylest’s mouth dropped open. She sat down at the table with her hands folded in her lap. “No, that you haven’t,” she replied quietly, not looking up.
“I never meant to lie to you. I only never wished to speak of it out loud again. You understand, don’t you?”
Realizing he was referring to her secret grief concerning Brenna, she allowed herself to meet his gaze. “I suppose I do,” she replied gently. “It must have hurt you a great deal.”
Lachlan sat down across from her and took a deep breath. “I was barely more than a youth. Fresh out of battle with a neighboring clan,I was swept off my feet by a beautiful, bewitching young woman. Her family had land, she was an accomplished horsewoman, and had a temper to match my own. Dark eyes, fiery hair, and pledged to love me under her last breath. I believed her. And I was so eager to bed her I married her within the month.
We had a happy life, us two. Until one day when I came home from a hunting trip cut short, and found her gone. She had removed herself and her belongings from our home, and taken up with another man in my absence. Apparently, she had taken up with him often when I was away. I broke off the door to their cottage at the hinges, and meant to pluck her from his bed with my own hands. In that moment, I considered fighting for her. I considered killing both of them as well. In the end, I didn’t want her in her soiled condition, and I simply walked away.
The humiliation was too great to stay in the village, so I packed the few things I had, and left. I never looked back, and I never returned. I’ve no idea what became of her.”
“How long were you together?” Cylest asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Less than a year.” he replied, standing up and walking around the table. “Long enough to get my heart good and broken. Never did give it to anyone else. Until I met you.” He smiled. Reaching down, he took her hand from her lap and lifted it to his lips.
“Thank you.” he smiled. “For being worth the wait.”
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prompt: pluck, as in take/remove
Author’s Note: This scene happens at some point after Brenna, and is part of my ongoing historical romance between Cylest and Lachlan, which you can read about here. (I know my post exceeds the word limit for the Trifecta Challenge, disqualifying me from consideration in the challenge, but I’m linking there anyway. Like I do.)