5
A chilly draft swept over me. I shuddered and grabbed at the blanket that covered my cot in the house of my mother. The chill spoke of the coming freezing winter and the hard times we would face with limited money to buy food.
“My lady?” a voice whispered to me.
I brushed away the voice. It was nothing compared to the misery my family would face if I was unable to retain a position at the castle with Laird Campbell.
The castle! Laird Campbell!
My eyes opened and I sat up. The thick covers of the bed slid down and revealed a soft nightgown like those worn by men of high status.
“Is my lady feeling well?” the voice asked me.
I turned to my right and beheld Leod. He stood beside the bed, and behind him was a roaring fire in the large hearth. Gone was the room Tristan’s mother
