*Merida*
“Oh, Brandan, I am a wicked, wicked girl," I conclude hours later as I rock Brandan to sleep following his feeding. Where the princess had procured a rocker, I do not know. Truly I don't really care. I am grateful to have it but more pressing matters are on her mind.
Blake and I had enjoyed a private dinner. We had spoken of nothing of consequence. Our childhoods, mine in a small village, his here at the castle. We talked of London. Theaters and pleasure gardens. Our favorite parks. He told me of his older brother, the Alpha of Moonshadow, Bryant. How they had never been close, yet he had finally come to appreciate him. His younger brother, Barkley, who had always made him feel like a child.
“I think I saw my time as a military man as a chance to prove something to them. I don't
