The keep was quiet for the better part of the day. I sat after Inna and Grace left, listening to the sounds of the keep. It was either that or slowly drive myself insane with escape plans that would never work. I voted for the latter.
There was a sudden commotion buzzing around the keep. It was louder and the energy level jumped up to a sudden level high above what it was only moments before. I stood and looked out the small window. I didn't see anything at first, but then I saw it. A small band of men, ten maybe, were making their way toward the castle. I tried to see who they were, but my eyes could only make out small figures. They approached slowly, almost as if they were tired.
Finally when they were only a few yards from the gate, I could make out their plaids. My heart stopped, and my breath caught in my throat. Frasers?
I moved away quickly from the window, and began to pace the room. Was Cien in the group? Had he come to save me or condemn me? I fidgeted, wringing my hands together. Unable to help myself, I went back to the small window and peered out, watching for Cien.
They were through the gate now and stood almost directly under my window. I watched them all carefully, looking for something familiar. That was when I saw him. He stood talking to on of the MacPhearsons'. My heart stopped in my chest.
He looked tired, from what I could see. It nearly radiated off his body. I hoped against hope and wished harder than I ever had in my life that I could only reach out and touch him. I put my hand up on the sill, wanting to reach out, but afraid to draw attention, less they come up and beat me again. I was still healing from the last one.
