*Blake*
I awake to a scream, one that damn near shatters my eardrums. I scramble out of bed, pull on my trousers, and rush across the hall, throwing open the door just as another scream sounds.
Merida is thrashing about on the bed. Jeanette is attempting to subdue her, taking a fist to her cheek for her efforts.
Brandan is caterwauling, and my first thought is; ‘what a fine set of lungs my son has’. I am surprised my family sleeping in the other wing isn't disturbed by this madness.
Jeanette looks up at me, her voice frantic. “She's locked in a nightmare.”
“See to the boy. I will tend to Merida.” I tell her, walking over.
Without objection, Jeanette rushes to the bassinet and lifts Brandan into her arms, but the lad is not consoled, by the Goddess, he is like his sire. When I want so
