Orb's Year 928
And the reality of her situation was beginning to sink in. She could talk about being in charge of her own life, but Cirdon had a point... where would she live? how would she earn a living? The Abbey was out of the question! She craved a man's touch, not the sterile shrouds of knowledge! She'd rather die than live her life there!
So... really... her only option was... marry Angus...
As though this were a happy union!
But.. still... he supposed he would have had to get married anyways to provide an heir, and Evelyn was quite bonny. And he could not deny that she stirred something passionate in him.
"It's not doubt that we've both been forced into a marriage we've not care for..." Angus began, plowing on when Evelyn opened her mouth to protest, "No, don't deny it! I've no care for lies between us."
"Ah, but you're carrying my son," Angus replied quickly. "I've no choice in the matter but to give my child my name."
Evelyn looked down and grasped her hands together. "Well, it took two!"
Angus sighed. "I know. I'm not putting the blame squarely on you. I'm just stating facts. I'm not sure how to get through an evening with you without arguing, but there's one area that we seem to have no trouble... Now as to the sleeping arrangements..."
Evelyn scowled, prepared to tell him he could sleep in the shed for all she cared.
Evelyn had been shocked when Angus yanked her up from the bench, but had melted when he framed her face and kissed her wildly.