THE SECRET (The Power Of Love Conquers All)
CHAPTRE 9

Uncle Oilbhries narrowed his eyes long enough to look at Jacelyn before she took her drink. Jacelyn could see that the man's hand was trembling.

"Of course you know about your father. I've told you all about that great noble. She is..."

"His name is Maitland and he lives somewhere in the Highlands. He's not a Northumbrian nobleman. He's a Scottish landlord." Cut Jacelyn

"Who told you this shit?"

"Aunt Olivia's been telling me this for a long time."

"That's a lie" cried Uncle Oilbhries. "Why would you listen to Olivia. My sister..."

"If that's not true, why do you mind if I go to the Highlands?"

Uncle Oilbhries was too drunk to think of the right answer to convince Jacelyn. "You're not going away and that's the conclusion. Did you hear me?"

"Even the devil will not be able to stop me from going to visit Ainsley Callista" Jacelyn said in a calm voice.

"If you leave, you won't be accepted back here "

Jacelyn nodded. "In that case, I won't come back here."

"You girl****** don't know thank you," cried Uncle Oilbhries. "I've done my best for you. The story I made about your father..."

Uncle Oilbhries stopped talking as Jacelyn shook her head. "Why did you make up all those stories?" Ask her.

"I want you to have a grip, especially since your mother can't accept your existence. You know it yourself. I feel sorry for you and try to make things better for you."

The turmoil in Jacelyn's stomach was not restrained anymore, she was even about to vomit what she had eaten before. The room seemed to be squeezing and shutting itself. "I heard Mom say to Uncle Noriie, that Uncle Noriie is a lowly person because of the mixed blood that runs through his veins. He felt that way for me, didn't he?"

"I don't have an easy answer" said Uncle Oilbhries. The man sounded very tired and lost. "I can only try to refine his influence on you."

"Whose sword hung on the fireplace belongs to who?" Ask Jacelyn.

"The sword is mine."

"And the ruby ring that I wear on the chain that is twisting around my neck?" Ask Jacelyn again. He lifted the ring from where he hung it. "Is this yours too?"

Uncle Oilbhries grunting. "That ring belongs to the bastard Maitland. The intricate design around the stone has complex meaning for their family members. Your mother took it and took the ring away with her to upset the man."

"How about the grave?"

"The cemetery is empty."

Jacelyn took the empty glass from her Uncle's hand, moved the tray from the side of the bed, blew out the candle, then left the room.

When she was downstairs, Jacelyn suddenly knew what she wanted to do. He wants to expose a lie.

The sun had just sunk when Jacelyn ran across the suspension bridge and up the hill towards the cemetery. The girl did not slow down her footsteps until she reached right in front of the empty grave that Jacelyn had always cared for well.

Jacelyn stared at the withered flower on top of the grave, then stuck out her hand towards the tomb on the mound.It took a lot of time to remove the tombstone from the already hardened ground, and more time to destroy it.

The next morning, he was ready to leave. He didn't want to wait for his Uncle or even go back to the uncle's room to say goodbye.

All the servants were gathered beside him to help. Until now, Jacelyn had not realized that the loyalty of the servants was more on her than on her Uncle. Jacelyn felt deeply moved by their union while helping herself.

Toid, the horse foreman, had prepared a mare that had been equipped with luggage that would be carried by Jacelyn. The man was preparing Jacelyn's Favorite horse, a striped mare named Globi, when the jecy rushed out with one more bag filled with extra food until half the way. From the weight of the bag seen, Jacelyn concluded that the contents inside were enough to feed a single army.

Samsey, the guard, shouted the arrival of people from Stewart kingdom. Soon the suspension bridge is lowered. Jacelyn stood at the top of the stairs of the house with a smile that never disappeared from her face. However, suddenly the smile faded slightly as Jacelyn began to look agitated.

As the knights reached the wooden floor of the suspension bridge and their horses crossed it, Jacelyn's smile completely faded.

A worried vibration radiated to his spine. Among the knights, there was not a single woman inside. There were only knights, four people, and they looked like barbarian giants to him. His worry moved to his stomach as they rode closer and he could see them very clearly.

Not a single one of the knights smiled. For God's sake, they look very hostile to him.

They were all wearing hunting robes. Each clan, Jacelyn knew, used two different types of robes. Colors such as gold, brown and green are used for hunting, or in use by men, because the colors more easily blend with the forest and can hide them from prey. Brightly colored robes are used on other occasions.

Their bare feet did not surprise Jacelyn. She is used to the different way of dressing. Because all the men attending the border games wore robes along their knees. He could even recognize some specific clans by the color of their robes. In Northumbria, the flag of a nobleman carries its color. Edges, in Stewart, as described by Ainsley Callista, Mr. Hold and his followers are recognized by the color of the clothing.

What shocked Jacelyn was their angry expression. He did not understand why they looked so upset. Later, Jacelyn concluded that the trip must have made the men tired. It was an absurd excuse, but it was the best reason he could think of.

None of the men got off the horse when they reached Jacelyn. Three of them made a line behind the man Jacelyn had expected to lead. For a moment, no one spoke. They just stared at Jacelyn with a flat expression. Jacelyn could not help herself to return their harsh gazes, even though her attention could only be on the leader.

He had never seen such an amazing sight in his entire life. The man succeeded in making Jacelyn fascinated. The man was clearly the one with the largest body among the others. His broad shoulders blocked the sunlight, and just a glimmer of the Sun light surrounded the man, adding a magical effect to his appearance.

But that's not something magical. He was just a man, a very handsome man, and obviously the most muscular in his group. The robe the man was wearing had it hemisphere to the left of his thigh. A strong muscle bulge looks like a very strong iron rod. As it was very inappropriate for Jacelyn to continue staring at that private part, she immediately directed her gaze back towards the man's face. The man's expression did not show that he was aware that Jacelyn had peeked slightly at his thigh. It made Jacelyn breathe a sigh of relief.

My God, he thought, he could be content to stare at the man all day. The man's hair was dark, deep brown, and a little curl right here and there. His bare hands were bronze, just like his face. The man had a very amazing figure. Oh, aye. That guy is amazing. But, in fact, it was the color of the man's eyes that was far away that Jacelyn was captivated, The eyes were a very beautiful ash color.

Highlight the knight's eyes were sharp and exhausting. There was a kind of aura of power emanating from his body. This made it difficult for Jacelyn to breathe. The intensity of the man's gaze on her made Jacelyn blush, but she didn't know why. God, he wishes this man wasn't Ainsley Callista's husband. This man looked like a stiff man, and was also restrained. According to Jacelyn the man would have rarely laughed.

But, obviously there was something about this man that attracted his heart, something that made him want to extend a hand and touch the man.it was a strange reaction to a Stewart man, he said, but it was no stranger than the fact that the longer Jacelyn looked at the man, the less worried she felt.

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