“Father?”
Connor started at the sound of his daughter’s voice and propped himself up in his bed. He scanned the room and his tension eased when he saw Brianna’s familiar silhouette in the portal. Aye, he had been slumbering and this in the midst of the day.
Truly, he had become an old man.
Brianna stepped out of the shadows of the portal, her features etched with concern. She was so vibrant that Connor’s heart contracted with pride. Her golden hair snared the light from the brazier Uther had lit, her cheeks glowed with youth and vitality. And in the tilt of her chin was something of a young woman who had once granted him a kiss farewell.
As was there in the radiant sparkle of her eyes. Was this due to Ruarke’s return? Did he dare to hope his plan might come to fruition?
“Are you well,
