All within Tullymullagh were seized with delight upon the prospect of a wedding. By the afternoon of the Monday following Connor’s funeral, the hall was decked with greenery, the chapel filled with beeswax candles, and Brianna smiled once again. Gavin growled at all and sundry when duties were not done with acceptable haste. Cook filled the hall and bailey with tempting aromas. Uther hastened to and fro like a busy bird.
All was so cheerful that Luc was nearly convinced that Uther and Gavin had spoken aright, that everything of import had truly been settled.
But still a kernel of doubt lodged within him, still he ensured his princess was not left alone. Indeed, he found excuses to find himself in the lady’s company, much to her amusement.
That Monday morn, the sun shone with rare fervor
