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Laethan
“I’m going to ask her to marry me tomorrow at the picnic,” Laethan said once he, his cousins, and Nate, were all in the privacy of his office, door closed. He handed everyone a glass after pouring two fingers of local whisky in each.
“Ah… So soon?” asked Alain, his tone serious.
“What took ye so long te decide?” said his twin, Eamon, with more than just a wee bit of sarcasm lacing his voice.
“Congratulations, my lord,” said Nathaniel. “The lady will make you a fine wife.”
“Thank you, Nate,” Laethan replied, still grinning from his own announcement. Not only because it was the right thing to do to save his estate, but also because he had a strong feeling Isabel was as attracted to him as he was to her. “My cousins have the manners of a fishmonger peddlin’ week-old catch.” H
