Aoife’s Predicament (Ch. 19)

 

Chapter 19 MacMurrough/De Clare

 

End of the Quest-Sir Frank Dicksee

 

Meeting Aoife had been the single most thrilling moment Strongbow had experienced in a long while. He had courted many women, but none with the spice that Aofe possessed. She spoke her mind and he ejoyed that. The women back home were proper, and conditioned to please a man, not nearly genuine enough for him. He had seen Aoife’s true self and he was smitten. No woman ever lit his fire like she did.

 

As he rode back to his new castle, he was anxious to tell his brother about his strong attraction for his bride to be. Of course she would need some time to come around, but he wasn’t too concerned, he never had trouble appealing to women. William, his younger brother, came to Ireland with him along with his son Edward. Edward was 16 and had been motherless since birth. He had been raised by his father, his uncle Strongbow and a number of governeses, but he had always emulated uncle and wanted to follow in his footsteps.

 

 

Upon arriving, he instantly found William in the kitchen talking with one particular kitchen servant. He could see that his brother was wasting no time getting to know the women of the castle.

 

“William, how has your day been brother?” Strongbow asked with a sly grin.

 

“I suppose I am fine, I have been dealing with the lack of modern conveniences here but I presume we shall adapt.” He answered with a sigh, wondering why his brother was in such good spirits. “How did your meeting go with the King?”

 

 

“Very well, better than I assumed it would. The peace treaty is being signed and we are one more step closer to ruling this region.” He announced while sitting down for a bite to eat. “I also met his daughter and I must say I was pleasantly surprised.”

 

“Is she already swooning over you big brother?” He said with a chuckle. There had been a longstanding joke about Strongbow and his women.

 

 

“I am afraid that will take some time, she was to be married tomorrow to a commoner against her father’s wishes. The king has him held downstairs so he won’t be any trouble to us.” He paused for a moment and continued. “Wait until you meet her. She is stunning, with beautiful eyes. Her temper is so feisty, and she challenged everything I said. What an amazing girl.”

 

“How is that amazing? She sounds like trouble to me. I didn’t know there was a dungeon in this castle. I’ll be sure to tell Edward not to wander down there.” He replied not giving it a second thought that an innocent man was being detained right below him. He also didn’t like the sound of the situation, the whole of their future relied upon his brother marrying the King’s daughter. This scenario didn’t prove to be so optimistic.

 

 

 

Meanwhile, Aoife and her mother made the journey home and Aoife locked herself in her chamber. She didn’t want to see anyone, for this was the day she was supposed to have wed her beloved Finn. She felt alone and she didn’t care if she lived.

 

Dermot had set up the wedding date for the following Sunday at the castle chapel. No guests were needed, only Strongbow, Dermot and Aoife. He wasn’t sure if Mor and Urlachen would attend but he sent a message to them anyway. Either of them was speaking to him, but he knew in time they too would forgive him. The only problem he anticipated was getting Aoife to come willingly. He would have to talk with her again, a task he didn’t want to carry out. When he arrived at Mor’s manor, he went straight to Aoife’s chamber. He noticed she did not look well. She looked very pale and tired.

 

 

“Aoife, how are you? You don’t look well.” Dermot asked his daughter, truly concerned for her health.

 

“How do you expect me to feel father? Mother received your message about my upcoming wedding on Sunday, I am happy someone told me.” Aoife replied angrily.

 

“That is why I am here. I don’t want to argue with you Aoife. The decision has been made and the plans are set. Would you like to see Lord De Clare before Sunday to become more acquainted?” Dermot asked his daughter predicting what her answer would be.

 

 

“No father I want to see Finn!” She yelled as she started to weep once again. “I will not leave this room until I can talk to Finn.”

 

“If I let you say your goodbyes to this boy, will you come willingly to marry De Clare?” He asked conceding to the fact that this may be the only way to proceed with the wedding. This marriage had to take place for if it didn’t De Clare would leave
Ireland and take his army and his vassals with him, leaving Dermot to be overthrown once again.

 

 

“I just want to see him father, I miss him. How do you expect me to live with this other man, to kiss him, to…” She shouted as Dermot stopped her next sentence.

 

“Enough Aoife! You will learn to deal with it like everyone else. Most women enter marriage unfamiliar with their husband, you aren’t the only one. Life isn’t about romance and love, it is about money and power, and in your case, to produce an heir. As queen, your tasks will be to please your husband so he can rule effectively and to make sure he has an heir to inherit the kingdom.” Dermot shouted back hoping to talk sense into his obviously misguided daughter.

 

“Is that all I am good for Father? I am worth more than that, Finn has made me believe that. If Lord De Clare thinks the same way you do, then there is no chance for me. My life might as well be over.” Aoife answered sobbing uncontrollably.

 

 

“It is the way of the world Aoife.” He replied quietly, and after a long pause he continued. “If you are going to see Finn, you will have to give me your word now that you will wed De Clare on Sunday.” Dermott inquired calmly.

 

After a minute of careful thought, and with a heavy sigh Aoife walked to get her cloak. “I am ready father.” She replied looking coldly into her father’s eyes.  

 

When they arrived at the castle, Strongbow eagerly met them in the great room. Seeing Aoife sent a chill through his body and he was enthralled. 

“Good Evening your majesty, it is a pleasure to see you again your highness.” Strongbow said as he stared directly at Aoife.

“Hello Lord De Clare. Pardon our intrusion, are you settling in allright ?” Dermot asked him. He had given him the castle as part of the settlement for helping him regain control of the kingdom.

“Very well Your Majesty. May I introduce my Brother William. William this is Princess Aoife.” He said proudly, eager to hear what his brother would say about his soon to be wife.

“Very good to meet you your highness, my brother has told me much about you, some very fine compliments I might add.” William replied with a friendly smile. 

“Nice to meet you as well.” Aoife said very quietly, she did not want to waste time making conversation, she needed to do what they were there to do. “I am afraid we cannot stay to talk. Father, may we go now?”

“Aoife remember your manners. Yes gentleman, we are here to attend to some business.” Dermot added, not really wanting to admit that they were there to see Finn. 

“What business your majesty? May I be of assistance?” Strongbow asked inquisitively. Dermot pulled Strongbow to the side, away from the others and reluctantly told him that they were there for Aoife to say goodbye to Finn, the man locked up downstairs. When Strongbow heard this he was concerned. 

“I don’t think that is very wise your majesty. If you allow her to see him, her feelings will only grow.” He said in a very disturbed manner.

“It was the only way she will give in to marrying you on Sunday. She wanted to say goodbye and she promised me that she would willingly come to the wedding.” Dermot whispered. 

“Okay, I hope you are right. Maybe I should make a visit to our commoner friend down below, let him know that I will accept no trouble from him once he is released.” Strongbow suggested. 

“You do what you have to do. She will be your wife in a few days, you don’t want any distractions.” Dermot agreed as he patted Strongbow’s shoulder.

Before they went downstairs Strongbow thought it best to have a word with Aoife. He walked to her and took her aside. 

“Your father told me what you are here for. I think saying goodbye is a good thing for you. We want to begin our marriage without any disturbances. I am really looking forward to Sunday Aoife.” He whispered and then tried to touch her face softly with his hand.

“Excuse me sir, I do not wish to be touched in that manner, I have only met you two days ago.” Aoife said as she jerked his hand away. “I must go now.” Strongbow wasn’t offended by the reaction, he knew she would eventually feel the same way for him, it would take time.  

 As they walked downstairs she noticed a significant decrease in temperature. She couldn’t believe Finn was being subjected to this treatment. Father, it is so cold, how can you be so cruel?” She said sadly as she began to weep again. She hadn’t cried so much in her life, her eyes were actually red and sore from all the moisture.  

“I am sure the temperature is not bothering him, he is a man, he can take it.” Dermot replied as they arrived at the door of his containment. “I will let you go in alone but I will be waiting outside. Explain what the situation is, say your goodbyes and tell him he will be released after you have wed Richard on Sunday. Aoife, I am warning you, if anything troubling should occur once he is released, I will have no choice but to banish him or worse. Make sure he is aware of the that.”

Aoife didn’t answer her Father, instead she tried to compose herself before going through the heavy door. When she walked into the tiny, cold room, she saw Finn sitting on the edge of the bed, looking as bad she had ever seen him. They ran to each other and embraced passionately. Aoife started to cry harder and Finn choked back his own tears. “How I have missed you, I knew you would come. How did you get here?” Finn asked not wanting to release her. 

“My father let me see you, but only because I forced him. There is so much going on Finn, I am afraid to even say the words. I don’t want to tell you.” She sobbed. 

“Whatever it is, we can handle it. Tell me Aoife, I don’t even know what is going on out there.” He replied desperately, afraid himself of hearing the true horror of what was taking place. 

“Oh God Finn! He is forcing me to marry a Norman Nobleman from England! I tried to fight it but nothing will change his mind.” Aoife spoke not able to meet his eyes. 

“What do you mean? Why an Englishman?” He asked, confused beyond recognition. With terror radiating from his body which began to shake slightly. 

“This man brought his army here to help him regain the kingdom, in return he was promised lands, the succession of my father’s title and the right to marry me. They are serious Finn, I cannot change his mind, what do I do? We don’t have long, father will be retrieving me very soon.” She explained not believing she was actually telling this to the man she loved. 

Finn was in a daze, he could hardly understand what he was telling him. How could she marry someone else? He asked himself, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He just hugged her fiercely, hoping she would keep him from collapsing. “I don’t know what to do Aoife.” He whispered into her ear. Many thoughts careened through his brain. What seemed like minutes later, Finn just spoke his thoughts. 

“What about us Aoife? What about our night in the cottage? Have you thought of that? I have been thinking about it while I have been here, how can you marry this man when you could be carrying my baby? How will you know who…?”

His voice stopped at the thought of what this all meant. Aoife could only stare at him, she couldn’t speak. She had given the possibility some thought, a second here and there. She had been so distraught she hadn’t even paid any attention to the signs her body may have given her. Her sister had told her the symptoms of pregnancy she had experienced. She quickly thought of the fainting episode when this all started, how her stomach had been in knots, causing her to throw up several times.  She was dizzy and sickly as well, but these all could be related to the upheaval her life had taken the past few days. Only time would tell. Her head began to spin as she brought these thoughts up.

For the next few minutes they could only hold each other, they didn’t want to speak about the inevitable event that would take place in only three days. However, Finn’s mind was racing. “Aoife do what your father has told you to do with out a fight. I will soon be released and then we will figure out how to fix this. Just promise me one thing.” Finn asked quietly. 

“Anything Finn, I will do anything you ask. ” She answered sincerely, without losing his gaze.

“Do not let that man touch you. Do whatever you have to do to keep him away from you. I will find a way to get to you and we will leave and go as far away as we can.” He said boldly, without waver.  

“I won’t let him near me, but please don’t leave me for any reason.” Aoife cried as she fell into his arms. 

“I will never let you go Aoife.” He answered looking directly into her feeble eyes.

 

 

Meeting Strongbow (ch. 18)

Chapter 18/ MacMurrough 

After Aoife’s fainting spell, she was moved to Urlachen and Donnel’s bed chamber which was just down the corridor. Everyone was concerned and tried to wake her. The doctor was sent for and King Dermot sat with Lord De Clare in the great room and was bewildered. “Could she be sick? Why would she faint?” King Dermot asked Donnel.  “I couldn’t say your highness. I know she has been under a lot of stress according to Urlachen.” He answered, knowing that the source of the stress was sitting before him. Mor came out to talk with King Dermot and asked to speak with him privately. He followed her into the corridor and they began to argue. 

“What is wrong with her, is she sick?” Dermot asked with concern. “No Dermot, she is not physically sick, she is sick with worry and fear! She has been on edge about your return and you certainly have lived up to your reputation.” Mor said firmly and without patience. 

“I expected her to disagree with me like always, not to faint.” He replied. 

“Dermot, you have been gone a long while, things have changed here. Aoife and Finn Archid came to me months ago and asked me for my permission to start their courtship and tomorrow they were supposed to be getting married at the Abbey.” Mor admitted sullenly for she knew that she had gone against his wishes and she expected a harsh reaction.

“Mor, I know all about that. I have ways of finding out everything that goes on here. You knew I had forbidden it the first time, but we’ll talk about that later. I was made aware of the situation a while back so Finn has been taken cared of, he won’t be marrying Aoife tomorrow.” Dermot replied smugly. When he had found out about the would be nuptials he made sure he was back in Ireland in time. He ordered Finn to be taken to the castle he gave to Lord Richard De Clare and had him put into a secured room for safe keeping until Aoife and De Clare had wed. 

“Dermot what have you done?” Mor asked with gritted teeth. “Aoife loves that boy Dermot. You will destroy your daughter if you have done something to him.” 

“Nothing has been done yet. However, he is being held so he won’t be any trouble. Aoife will be fine, Lord De Clare is a wealthy baron, she will be very comfortable and she will become queen once I no longer rule. Both of my daughters will be queens someday.” Dermot responded proudly, completely unaware of the anguish he was causing his daughter. 

“Just like you were fine? All things aside Dermot, I can attest to your complete unhappiness all these years. You loved Norah and not me and you were miserable. How can you make your daughter suffer the same way you did?” Mor asked with complete sincerity. She could not understand his logic. 

“I knew you would bring up Norah eventually.” He replied unable to consider what she said to be anything other than jealousy.

 “Trust me Dermot, I don’t care about that anymore. I am happier than I have been in many years.” She answered with a chuckle. “Where is Norah, Dermot?” 

“Part of the negotiations stipulates that she be returned to O’Rourke.” Dermot answered trying to be nonchalant. 

“Oh Dermot, is that what you want? All of this happened because of your need to be with her.” Mor questioned seriously. 

“I want my kingdom more, and I want Aoife to be queen, which is why she needs to marry Richard De Clare! There will be no more discussion or mention of Finn Archid!” He yelled in a fit of rage and stormed out of the room. 

When Aoife came to, she was in bed with Urlachen and her Mother standing over her. Out of desperation Aoife sat up quickly and tried to get out of bed. The look on her face was one of panic and confusion.

“No Aoife, I think you should stay where you are until the Doctor gets here, you were unconscious for a long time.” Her mother ordered sadly. She could barely look at her daughter, for she knew the situation was close to hopeless. Dermot was ruthless and only thought of his own needs, and changing his mind would be close to impossible. 

“I don’t need a doctor! I need to get out of here! I need to get to Finn!” Aoife shouted with agitation. She swung her legs over hastily in order to vacate the bed. “Tell father I have gone and I am never going to see Lord de…whatever again!” 

“No Aoife, I must tell you that I spoke with your father just now and he admitted that he already knew about tomorrow and your marriage to Finn. I am going to tell you what he told me but you need to remain calm.” Mor said with a low tone, almost unable to draw out the words. “He is holding Finn so you may not see each other. I am afraid he is serious about you marrying De Clare, and I don’t know what to do to change his mind.” She said while starting to weep. She wished she could overrule his decisions, but it just couldn’t be done. Urlachen couldn’t speak, she was overcome with sadness and shock for her sister, and felt completely helpless.

 “He is holding him? Where? How can he do that? I need to see him Mother!” Aoife yelled and cried simultaneously. “I cannot marry that man out there!” 

She felt woozy again and out of breath, but she ignored it. She needed to talk with her father and force him to release Finn, he would know what to do and where to go. Certainly they wouldn’t be staying here, they would need to leave and go as far away as they could. She really felt that her father had gone mad this time. “Where is father? I need to speak with him.” Aoife asked calmly wiping her tears. 

“Maybe now isn’t the time Aoife. Rest a few minutes.” Her mother advised. She felt like striking Dermot, she had so much anger towards him that she felt she could kill him. 

“No, I need to change his mind. I need to find out where Finn is.” She began to cry uncontrollably. Her mother and Urlachen hugged her desperately, trying to calm her down. At that moment Donnel came in reluctantly with a message. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but the King would like to speak with Aoife. What should I tell him?” He asked in a soft manner, not knowing what else to say. 

“No, tell him not now!” Mor yelled as Aoife interrupted. 

“Yes, send him in Donnel. I need to speak with him as well.” Aoife answered wiping her tears and trying to regain her lost composure. “Mother, could I talk to him alone please?”

As Urlachen and Mor walked out, Dermot passed them on the way. Urlachen peered at him with a look of anger and sadness, and shook her head in disbelief. Dermott ignored them both and walked in. As he approached Aoife, he noticed she had been crying which made him feel slightly bad for her but not enough to change his agenda. 

“Now Aoife, I know how you feel, but you must trust that I know what is best for you.” He explained calmly as she cut his sentence short.

“You mean what is best for you to get your kingdom back. You are using me to get what you want. I need Finn! Where is he father, where have you put him?” She cried inconsolably. “Now calm down Aoife. The faster you get used to this the easier it will be. Lord De Clare is a good man and he will take good care of you. You will be queen of our kingdom Aoife, why don’t you want that?” Dermot asked impatiently, not understanding why she would be so opposed to ruling her own homeland. 

“I have never wanted that. I want to marry Finn and live in our cottage together. I will not marry anyone else father. I’d rather die first.” Aoife yelled defiantly.

“You are crossing the line Aoife! You will do what I say or life will become much worse for Finn. Don’t force my hand in doing something I don’t want to do. Marry De Clare and Finn can go free, until then he stays where he is.” Dermott warned below his breath. Aoife stood there for a moment feeling defeated. She knew her father wasn’t going to back down and as she looked at him she felt like she didn’t recognize this man who stood before her. She even felt slightly frightened. She needed to find out where Finn was so she could talk to him, she was sure he would know what to do. 

In a calmer voice Aoife once again spoke to her father. “May I see Finn just to talk with him? We were supposed to marry tomorrow, I need to at least see him.” She begged quietly hoping to appeal to any decency he had left inside of him.

“I don’t think that is the best idea Aoife. You need to sever ties with him, and no longer see him. It will be easier for you this way.” Dermot replied feeling that maybe he had reached her. 

“I love Finn. I will never love this other man, please reconsider father!” She said as she fell to her knees. Please do not make me do this, I will do anything else you say.” 

“Aoife, you are making this harder on yourself, marriages are not always about love Aoife.  Just do what you have to do. Meet with De Clare, you will like him, everyone does.” Dermot firmly pleaded impatiently. “I will not meet with him if I cannot see Finn.” She demanded as she turned away, unable to look at her father. 

Dermot didn’t say anything and turned to leave. There was no more to be said. He would send De Clare in to talk with her, maybe then she would see things differently.

Aoife again started to cry. How could everything go from wonderful to grievous in such a short time? She was so close to having everything she wanted. A thought entered her mind that perhaps she was being punished for what she had done with Finn that night in the cottage. She turned her thoughts for she didn’t want to even entertain what else may have come from that night, especially now. She felt hopeless and believed she wasn’t meant for happiness. She would end up bitter like her mother and inhumane like her father, for she knew if she couldn’t have Finn she wouldn’t want anyone. At that moment a figure walked into the room so she turned and saw that it was Lord De Clare, she turned away to wipe her heavily tear stained face. She wished he would leave, he was the last person she wanted to see at that moment.

  

“May I talk with you Your Highness?” Lord De Clare asked very kindly as he took small steps toward her.

 

“Pardon me sir, but I don’t wish to see anyone at the moment.” She replied still not looking in his direction.

 

“If I could have only a few moments, I would be terribly grateful.” He paused to wait for a sign of disapproval, and when no reply was given he continued. “I’ve been told of your situation with the other man. I wanted to tell you that I had no idea you were already spoken for.” He said quietly, hoping to win favor with her for not being aware of her fathers’ actions.

 

“Did you know that my father has locked up the man I was to marry tomorrow?” She exploded as she interrupted him. She didn’t care that she was being impolite. Why bother with manners when her whole life was crashing down.

 

“I did not know that either and I am sorry, but your father is very determined to undergo this union. I think that once you are feeling better we may actually have something to talk about, and from that we can get to know one another.” He answered, as he noticed she wasn’t really being attentive to his logical reasoning.

 

“Why are you even here? Why Ireland? You are a noble from England, why do you want to live in our little country when you have land and wealth in a powerful country like England? Why do they call you Strongbow anyway?” She queried suspiciously, knowing that his answers were not likely to sway her judgment about him.

 

“Sit down with me please. I will be honest with you for this is the best way to start any relationship.” Aoife cringed when he said the word relationship, they would never have a relationship as far she was concerned.  ”I was never given my birthright landholdings and I am ashamed to say that I am indebted to a number of influential individuals in England. This isn’t to say that I am financially unstable, I have a large amount of funds, but to live the lifestyle I am accustomed to, I need to increase my resources. Your father has promised me valuable land and the right to succeed him, that is reason enough to come here to Ireland. Oh yes, and a beautiful princess to take as my bride. As for my name, I am called Strongbow for the simple fact that my bow is quite larger than everyone else.” He added with a smile hoping to change the look of anger off of her face to one of a friendlier nature.

 

“I cannot be the wife you are looking for. I love another and that will never cease.” She answered without meeting his glance.

“Well, we shall see Your Highness, for now I will leave you to your rest. I hope you feel well soon, it was an honor meeting you.” He said as he bowed with a kind smile.

 

As he was leaving he felt quite eager to be in her presence again soon. He liked her fiery nature and her self confidence. In
England, a woman would never speak that way to a man and not expect harsh repercussions. It amused him and rather excited him. He would look forward to the day they would wed and hoped it would come very soon.

 

Upon his leaving Aoife thought to herself that she didn’t care that he was pleasant and polite. She would never be happy with anyone other than Finn. If only she knew where he was and how to get to him.

 

 

While this meeting took place, Finn was being held at the castle in a small room supplied only with a bed, a bench and a chamber bucket. He was being informed by Dermot’s advisor as to what why he was there, but was in such a rage he couldn’t understand what this man was talking about.

 

 

The advisor explained about Dermot’s return and his opposition to him marrying Aoife, but specifically did not mention the arrival of De Clare and their forthcoming marriage. Finn was perplexed as to why he was confined to this room. Certainly this could be worked out, unless the King was preventing tham from running away, which would most likely be the case. He was confused, and scared for Aoife for he didn’t know quite what was going on with her. He could only pace the floor and think of why this was happening. He needed to get to her as soon as he could.

 

 

The Return of Dermot MacMurrough (ch. 17)

 

 

Chapter 17 MacMurrough/O’Brien

 

 

Life was going well for Urlachen and Donnel. She had found out recently that she was expecting another baby, and Donnel was as proud as a man could be. The twins were healthy and happy, and they were growing very rapidly. Keeping up with them required much patience and speed for they were learning their way around the castle and kept everyone running.

 

Urlachen was thankful that her family was doing well also. Her mother, Queen Mor, had settled into her new home quickly and was actually happier than she had been in years. Much of that happiness came from little Claire, whom her mother adored. Aoife and Finn would be married in two days time, which made Urlachen relax more. She had been so worried that this day wouldn’t come for she wanted Aoife to be as happy as she was. Everyone was involved in preparing for the big event. Urlachen’s dressmaker made Aoife’s wedding dress and their mother had been busy organizing the feast afterwards and  other such details. She made the trip to Thomand to see Urlachen and the boys and to pick up Aoife’s wedding dress one afternoon. She couldn’t believe how much the twins had grown since the last time she saw them. As she held little Ruad she marveled at how much he resembled his mother, especially in the eyes.

 

 

“I feel like I have gone back twenty years and I am holding you Urlachen.” Mor said as she examined Ruad’s little face. “It’s simply amazing. These boys are getting big, soon you won’t be able to pick them up in your condition dear, how are you feeling?”

“I feel okay, I have had several stomach ailments but it is early yet, it is bound to get worse.” She replied smiling, and feeling nauseous just speaking about it. “I was very sickly when I carried the boys, I hope it isn’t going to be a repeat event.”

“Well at least I will be here for this pregnancy. I hear Aoife’s dress came out magnificently, I can’t wait to see it.” Mor said as they sat down to talk. The boys crawled and tried to walk around at their feet hoping to get some attention, as they were used to being the focus of whatever room they were in.

“It is beautiful. How is Aoife? I haven’t seen her in weeks, I would think she would be very eager for Sunday to come quickly.” Urlachen asked with a curious tone. Usually she would see Aoife more often but thought only that she was preoccupied with the wedding plans.

“Yes she has been rather impatient, but also very at odds. Something has been bothering her, maybe she is worried about the wedding or perhaps she is thinking about your father. I have asked and she claims that everything is fine.” Mor admitted. She had asked Aoife several times to talk with her about what was wrong, but knew that whatever it was her free spirit daughter would work it out herself.

“She is just under a lot of stress right now, I remember feeling anxious right before my wedding. Her life is about to change and that is a great deal to think about. It will pass.” Urlachen advised, knowing full well that Aoife was the sort who dealt with change rather easy for she was quite adapatable.

“I don’t know, this is different.” Mor replied while ringing her hands out of concern. A second passed and Mor decided to think positively.  “Anyway, we only have two days left. Whatever it is I am sure she will deal with it by then.”

As they talked about the wedding, Donnel burst into the room with a worried expression, completely out of breath.

“Urlachen, something has happened! I just rode back from my fathers’ and there was word of an invasion in the north and the south. It has been roughly two days since it started, and it is rumored that it is the Normans from England. An army sent by your father is attacking Briefne, Waterford and Wexford. My father’s soldiers are getting ready for any trouble that might occur here. Our guess is that your father has made some kind of agreement with an Anglo-Norman to help him regain his kingdom, it is the only conclusion my father and I can procure.” Donnel announced, gasping for air and looking quite concerned.

“My father is here now? Why weren’t we told? Are you sure they said my father, Donnel?” Urlachen asked with fear and confusion in her voice. It didn’t make sense to her why her father would recruit the Normans to help him battle. What would they gain? She asked herself.

“Is there more information coming Donnel? I guess Dermot has found a way like he said he would. ” Mor said, trying to remain calm in spite of what calamity may be coming their way.

“My father has sent some men out to get the details, we should know more tonight…what could the king be doing? Why would he deal with people outside of our country?” Donnel asked no one in particular, he was obviously worried to the extreme. The clans were at peace finally and everyone was taking pleasure in it. There would be fighting and turmoil again and Donnel despised it.

Later that evening, a messenger arrived with more details, and claimed that King Dermott was coming with scores of men to the castle to see his daughter and grandsons the following morning. He requested the whole family be present since he no longer had possession of his castle. Mor sent a cart for Aoife, she wouldn’t be here until morning, but knew that she would want to be here to find out what was going on.

 

Just before the sun was up, Aoife arrived in a panic. No one had slept the entire night for everyone’s nerves were on edge at the thought of seeing Dermott again after so long. When Aoife entered the great room she was full of questions. 

“Mother, what is the situation with father? What is he doing with an army from England? It is being talked about in all of the villages.” Aoife alarmingly asked while she paced the floor. Urlachen came over to embrace her sister to ease her anxiety.

“What we know now is that your father has recruited a Norman nobleman from England to help him reclaim Leinster from O’Rourke. The nobleman has brought over an army of 200 knights and 1000 archers. We don’t know why this man would assist your father, perhaps for monetary gain or for land. We are not certain. Try to stay calm Aoife, we’ll know more when he gets here and explains for himself.” Mor said as she hugged her visibly shaken daughter.

Later that morning, the castle guards came to inform the group that King MacMurrough’s party had been seen coming towards the castle. Everyone took a nervous breath and began to prepare for his arrival. Aoife was noticeably more anxious than the rest and with good reason. She wished Finn could have accompanied her to this meeting she had dread for so long. Urlachen felt sick to her stomach and couldn’t decipher whether it was her nerves or the baby inside. Donnel stood firmly, while holding one of the twins, and Mor was stoic, almost expressionless

 

 

When the king entered the great room after being announced, everyone noticed he looked different, younger perhaps. Being accepted into King Henry’s court in England must have had a rejuvenating effect on his appearance. As he walked through the door his mood was jovial. It was apparent he was happy to see his family once again, especially the two new members, the new Princes of Thomand.

 

 

“Greetings to all.” Dermot bellowed as he made eye contact with the sullen looking group standing before him. He observed one of the twins crawling around and he beamed with pride, and produced a sincere smile. “Are these the new princes? Which one is which, Urlachen?” He asked not realizing the cold reception he was receiving.

 

“Hello Father, the one in Donnel’s arms is Ruad, and the one crawling on the ground is Donnchad.” Urlachen explained blankly.

 

“Which one is the heir Donnel?” Dermot asked as he walked over to Ruad. Donnel answered as he bowed in respect. “Donnchad was born first your highness, the one crawling on the floor. Welcome back your majesty.”

 

 

“May I hold Donnchad? It has been a long time since I held a baby but I am sure I won’t drop him.” The king asked with a chuckle as he bent down to pick up the boy. No one replied, no one moved.

 

As he held the toddler he began to speak about the situation. He told of his plans and the agreement between him and the Norman Baron. He answered everyone’s brief questions and told them of how close they were to signing a peace treaty after only three days of fighting, and how his kingdom was almost officially his again. Then he delivered the final blow.

 

“I would like you to meet the man who has helped me with my endeavor. His name is Lord Richard De Clare of Pembroke. He is formally a knight and his men call him “Strongbow.” Dermott announced as he introduced his cohort. He was obviously impressed with Strongbow as he talked about him with a sense of admiration. “He graciously agreed to help me reclaim my kingdom and I have granted him land and the rights of succession to my kingdom upon my passing.”

 

Everyone in the room was horrified. They couldn’t believe this was actually occurring and the look on Aoife’s face was one of revulsion. Donnel knew this was a decision that would impact all the lands, and Urlachen was bewildered at the thought of her father giving away their kingdom to a Norman, someone not of Irish blood. Mor was appalled and saddened by his desperation.

 

 

When the king was done speaking a tall rather handsome man walked into the room. He was the epitome of confidence and poise. He had bright red hair and an extremely thin face which wore a touch of facial hair and an intense smile. His blue eyes were the deepest blue anybody had seen, and his presence captivated the room. He bowed out of respect and began to speak with a combined English and French accent.

 

“Compliments to you all and thank you for you gracious hospitality. King MacMurrough has enlightened me about you all, I feel as if I am familiar with you already. So Your Highness, introduce me to the Princess so we may begin to become acquainted.” Richard spoke more eloquently as anyone had ever heard.

 

“Lord De Clare may I introduce my eldest daughter Princess Aoife.” Dermott replied with pride and enthusiasm as he directed him over to where his daughter stood. Lord De Clare then reached out to Aoife, bowed and held her hand gently, while a look of confusion brandished her face.

 

 

“Father, I don’t quite understand.” Aoife asked with a bewildered tone and body language. She detracted her hand instantly.

 

“Aoife, you are to be congratulated. This is your betrothed. I have offered him your hand in marriage in return for his assistance in recapturing our kingdom.” Dermott replied with a full smile. At that moment the air seemed to leave the room. A few seconds of silence went by and Aoife felt a rush of blur and confusion, then suddenly and without warning fainted to the floor.

 

 

 

A morning of regret (ch.16)

Chapter 16/MacMurrough

Breakfast was served early the next day, Queen Mor and Claire had already begun eating when Aoife joined them. She sat sullenly in her chair and couldn’t bring herself to eat. “What is the matter Aoife? You aren’t feeling sick are you? Heavens, when will this sickness leave this house?” Mor said as she rose to tend to Aoife. 

“No mother, I’m not sick, only a bit tired. I had trouble sleeping last night. I am fine really.” She replied, forcing a smile upon her face. She needed to mask her feelings of remorse for what had occurred the night before with Finn. She didn’t know how she allowed herself to lose control and to commit such a mortal sin. They both knew at once that it was wrong when it was all over. Finn tried desperately to apologize to Aoife as he felt that he was the aggressor, but she wouldn’t allow him to take all of the blame. Instead he took her home in silence and they parted with few words and a long distressed hug. 

Finn knew he had to see Aoife as soon as the sun was up. He awoke with a sinking feeling in his stomach and couldn’t eat a bite of food. This was not the way he had imagined starting their life together. He was sick with worry about how she must be feeling towards him. He knew very well that Aoife promised herself that she would wait for marriage, he should have never pursued her like he did.  They both had been raised in the catholic church, he knew just as well as she did that they committed a terrible sin.

When Finn walked into the kitchen, Aoife gave him a knowing look of guilt and managed a small smile.  

“Finn what are you doing here this early? Is no one feeding you at the O’Flattery manor?” She asked with a jovial grin. “Yes, your highness breakfast was served this morning. I just came to see Aoife and to ask her to join me on a walk through the valley, the weather is perfect for an outing.” He asked timidly as if the queen knew of the event that had taken place the previous evening. He was filledwith guilt and hoped it didn’t show.

“How very nice. Maybe I will take Claire out to the pond for a picnic lunch. Well Aoife, answer the boy. He is waiting for your reply.” Mor said noticing some odd behavior taking place. She finished up her meal and thought it best to leave them alone, she could tell there was something they needed to talk about, possibly a quarrel of some sort. As she was walking out of the room she was reminded that the priest would be visiting later. “Oh yes, Father Flanagan will be here this evening to visit, be sure you are both here to talk with him about the wedding. Have a good morning.” She said in good spirits as she and Claire left the room. 

At the mention of Father Flanagan coming to talk with them, Aoife sucked in her breath anxiously. She would have to confess what she had done and he would know. How could she face him while standing before God taking vows of marriage? Aoife was horrified and her face showed it.  She stood up  in an anxious pace, Finn ran to her and fell to his knees once there was no one in sight. 

“Aoife I am so sorry. This is not how I wanted us to start our married life. I just don’t know what happened, I didn’t even think. You will still marry me won’t you?” He asked her desperately. He wanted to cry but tried to hold it back. 

“It was my fault just as much Finn.  We will marry next week but how will we ever get through the ceremony with Father Flanagan aware of what happened. He will need to hear our confession before the wedding, I won’t be able to look him in the eyes. I hope God will be able to forgive us.” Aoife cried while Finn tried to hold her. “God will forgive us Aoife. Father Flanagan will forgive us, but we need to forgive ourselves and be happy like we were.” Finn reasoned. This made sense to Aoife and she felt a hint of relief. 

Intrigue and Betrayal (ch 3)

Chapter 3 MacNamara/Donnely

The first 6 months of marriage for Ryanne MacNamara was mostly what she had expected. Lonely days turning into lonely nights. Her husband Eamon was decent to her as long as she completed the work around the cottage and pulled her weight at the shop he ran in the front room of their house, but for the most part he simply ignored her existence. She enjoyed dealing with the customers though, they consisted of mostly the people she knew who lived in Leinster. She enjoyed being sociable and partaking in interesting conversation, a need that was void in her marriage.  

Very often they would have buyers who would travel a great distance to have a chance to buy the beautiful wares Eamon acquired. Their merchandise consisted of imported rugs from the Far East, beautiful tapestries and paintings, and fine cookware. The patrons were of the upper class, typically wealthy merchants and Nobility, and Eamon wielded a good profit for he was a gifted salesman.

However, much of it went into the pockets of the village public house proprietors.  Eamon desired his ale most nights, not in the comfort of his own home, but in the public house amongst the regulars. Ryanne was used to this ritual. He would leave after supper and stagger back to the cottage after one too many mugs of ale. Ryanne would make sure she was in bed, hoping he would just fall asleep without bothering her. This was usually the case. 

Ryanne resolved to keep herself busy. The first day she spent in the cottage she saw a much neglected croft in the back of the house that she promised herself she would revive. She spent many days planting her favorite vegetables, grains and herbs and now her croft was an abundant patch of produce waiting to be picked everyday.

She was proud of her work and spent many evenings enjoying the fresh air and the quiet in her garden. She only had the evenings to herself since the shop was open most days and Eamon was usually there, unless he was traveling to buy goods for the shop. These were the days she looked forward to. Eamon would be gone for a week or two and she would be free to unwind and to enjoy herself. Typically she would visit her family, invite a friend over for supper or just sit quietly by the pond with a book. The few weeks he was gone was just the reprieve she needed. It was during one such week that she was walking in her garden and noticed that one of the laborers Eamon had hired kept glancing at her.

Oddly, this didn’t make her uncomfortable as he gave the impression that he was a kind man. She didn’t know why she thought that, maybe it was the look in his eyes, but something told her not to be apprehensive. As the day progressed she found herself watching him as well. She was quite intrigued by this man she had never met.

 

After a few months of marriage, Ryanne found herself to be with child. It was inevitable she thought, but for the most part she was happy. She had always known that children would be a blessing for her. She was very maternal and now had something else to look forward to. When she told Eamon the news, he wasn’t overjoyed but she could tell he was pleased. 

“Eamon I have to talk with you. Please sit down for a few minutes before you leave for the evening.” Ryanne asked Eamon as looked for his woolen bratt. It was the fall season and a heavy cloak was necessary when walking in the damp night air. 

“What is it now?” He asked with an exasperated sigh. Ryanne had voiced her opinion of her dissatisfaction for their lifestyle in the beginning, but when no changes occurred she grew tired of trying to talk with him.

“You needn’t worry, I am not troubled. I am however carrying your child.” Ryanne said hoping for a positive reaction. 

“Well done Ryanne. I must celebrate the coming of my first son.” He replied with a smile. 

“It may very well be a girl Eamon, you must be content if that does occur.” She added as she waited for a response.

  “I will present a son Ryanne, you will see.” Eamon replied as he cheerfully walked through the door letting in the light of the evening sun. 

“Well that was expected,” she thought. Ryanne foolishly reasoned that maybe becoming a father would keep him home more so they could develop a relationship, then perhaps he might stay away from the pub owners’ daughter. She had heard some ramblings about town of some flirtatious behaviors, but wasn’t completely sure of the authenticity. It wouldn’t surprise her though, she thought. Ryanne was not pleased with her husband’s conduct, but she entered this marriage not expecting much, as long as his philandering didn’t occur where she could witness it, she wouldn’t confront him with it she decided.  Unfortunately that very stipulation was challenged very soon before the babys’ birth. Eamon had hired extra help for the shop since Ryanne was very pregnant and was slow to help the customers. It wasn’t a coincidence that the girl he chose was young and very attractive. She had often noticed him paying extra special attention to her, the attention he should have been showing his wife in these last few critical months for a woman about to give birth, Ryanne thought. 

One evening just after they closed the shop, Ryanne went to lie down and rest. Eamon told her he would finish up. As she lay there she heard soft laughter being carried from the other room. She quietly walked to the door and expected the worst. Her longtime suspicions had been realized when she saw Eamon and the new shop girl engaged in inappropriate amorous play. Ryanne felt a fluttering in her stomach that was not related to the baby inside, and she felt a sick sensation creeping into her insides. She couldn’t comprehend the reason for the way she felt, she had no love for Eamon. As the two of them walked outside, Ryanne had to know more. She walked slowly to the window as the sickness inside her increased with every step. She reluctantly peered through to find out how far Eamon had taken this deceitful endeavor.

She saw this young peasant girl looking at Eamon with adoring eyes and Ryanne knew he was going to take full advantage of her youthful naivety. As Eamon held her close, he leaned in to kiss her and the girl eagerly reciprocated. Ryanne immediately knew that this was not their first encounter.

Her sick stomach was worsened by the rage she felt. At that moment she realized where the anger was coming from, she felt deceived and humiliated. She was risking her life by carrying his child and all the while the people she knew from the village that she saw daily knew of his philandering, she felt shamed.

As she furiously walked to the door to confront the pair, she felt sharp pains in her abdomen. Her nausea subsided but the pains worsened. Ryanne made her way to a bench and reluctantly screamed for Eamon.

Anticipation (ch.15)

 Chapter 15/MacMurrough

Sometime after visiting Urlachen and the new babies, Aoife started making plans for her heavily anticipated nuptials. The letter from her father worried her for she felt if he were to come back soon he would definitely prevent her marriage to Finn, and force her to marry someone he thought to be of her worth. Finn was a distinguished knight who was brought up in a Noble household, but his family origins were unknown. Dermott had denied their courtship once already and Aoife felt like she was on borrowed time. Her mother, Queen Mor, was taken ill for a few weeks and Aoife had to tend to her and to little Claire, so not much was done to prepare for the wedding, especially since they no longer had the castle staff who could handle the arrangements. When Mor had recovered from her illness she was still weak, but she still took over the planning of her daughter’s wedding. Urlachen’s wedding was a grand affair so Mor was determined to create a wedding for Aoife to match her sisters’. Aoife was elated, her dream was finally becoming a reality.

One day, two weeks before the wedding, Finn had taken her to see the manor he was given from Lord O’Flattery that would become their new home once they were married. As they walked to the front of the house and Aoife gazed at what would be their home, she felt overwhelming emotions building inside her. She could only stare at the wood and stone dwelling and wonder how she became so blessed. She glanced at Finn and saw that he had been watching her with a hopeful grin.

“Aoife are you pleased with our new home?” Finn asked knowing by the look in her eyes that she was not only pleased, but that she looked completely happy.“I love it Finn, oh how I love it!” She answered throwing her arms around his neck.

“I knew you would my sweet girl. Let’s go inside and look around.” He said to her as they eagerly ran to the front door. Finn couldn’t stop smiling, they ran from room to room and made plans about which rooms would be used for bedchambers and which ones would house their children. He was overjoyed at the sight of seeing Aoife so blissful, this is all he ever wanted. It seemed as though this moment would never happen for him many months ago, he would be forever grateful to Aoife’s Mother, Queen Mor, for trusting and believing in him enough to grant them permission to marry.

As they walked by the largest bedroom, Finn stopped and said to her with a sly smile.

“This will be our room, you know. I can picture a big four poster over there with you and I curled up together on a cold morning keeping each other warm.” He put his arm around her and noticed the crimson moving into her cheeks as she looked down trying not to smile. “Did I embarrass you Aoife?” He said with a smile trying to get a closer look.

“No, I don’t get embarrassed. I am imagining the same scene, only in mine the children, and perhaps our dog as well, will run into our room and snuggle with us.” She said with a laugh.

“The dog too? We’ll have to have a very large bed for all those visitors, but whatever you say.” He replied as they laughed together. They were having such a fantastic time talking about the future that Finn wished they didn’t have to leave. He wanted to move in that day and allow their life to begin.

They spent the next hour looking through the entire house and the gardens. Much to their surprise the house was in good condition for how old it was. The walls needed some cleaning, but for the most part it looked as though it had been waiting all these years just for them. Some old furniture, a few beautiful tapestries, and two sculptures which looked very aged were left behind. Aoife decided that the sculptures would be placed in a respectable part of the house to honor the history of the piece, and the manor it had lived in all these years.

The house was well kept, for the gardens were bursting with flowers and grapevines with the fullest grapes Aoife had ever seen. The stone walkway was worn but it added to the charm of the old manor that had been here for many years.

As they looked around the first floor they heard someone come into the front door. Curiously, Finn went to see who it might be. When he came back into the room where Aoife was waiting, she saw that it was Lord Ennis O’Flattery himself.

“Pardon the intrusion Your Highness, I thought I would come by and see how things were. Finn told me you would be here to see it for the first time. Are you pleased with the house? It is definitely old and might need some work, but Finn assured me that you’d be satisfied.” He said to Aoife.

“I am very pleased, thank you for giving Finn this charming home for us. I am most grateful. The house is delightful, it is exactly what I dreamed of.” Aoife explained as she shook Ennis’s hand with an appreciative smile. If it weren’t for him they might have had to settle for something much less than they were used to.

“Yes, thank you so much sir. I will forever be in your debt.” Finn added as he hugged the man he considered his father. “You don’t know how much this means to us.”

“My pleasure Finn. You know I have always regarded you as family and you deserve the gifts I have to give. This manor was built by my Grandfather and he lived here with his family until he built the home we live in now. There is much history in this house, and I know you will take good care of it.” Ennis replied to them both. He was happy to give them the house, Finn was a good man and an excellent knight. He had always worked hard and to be marrying a Princess was confirmation that Finn had turned out well. Ennis was as proud as any father would be.

As night fell so did the temperature. Finn and Aoife were still in the manor trying to avoid leaving. Finn started a fire in the fireplace and Aoife served a picnic supper of fruits she had picked from outside. They ate on the Persian rug in front of the fireplace in the almost empty great room. The day had been perfect and they both didn’t want it to end, they felt somewhat euphoric being in their home to be. As they ate Finn fed grapes to Aoife and she snuggled up next to him for warmth. They had never felt so close. The floor was cold however, so they moved to a bench placed near the fireplace. Finn and Aoife sat close together, blaming the cold. Finn started to kiss her and at first it was their usual tender, sweet kisses. It then progressed and they found themselves on the Persian rug becoming quite intimate.

“What are we doing Finn?” Aoife asked out of obligation for she had no intention of stopping and going home any time soon.  

“Aoife, God knows we love each other and we’ll be married in two weeks. Let’s be together, this night in our new home, please?” Finn answered, pleading for her approval.  

“Okay Finn. I want this too, more than you know.” She answered with an anxious whisper. 

“I love you Aoife, I am going to love you forever.” Finn said to her with bated breath while he held her tightly in his arms. “I am never going to let you go.”

The Donnely’s

 

Chapter 2 Donnely/MacNamara 

 

 

Almaith was the daughter of Michan Donnely (The same Michan Donnely mentioned in the MacNamara’s story. We’ll get to that later). Her mother had died 3 years ago when Almaith was 12 and living each day with a man raising a growing girl was confusing for her and for Michan. He tried very hard to fill the missing gap that his late wife had left, but it was nearly impossible, especially in the beginning. Michan was devastated by her death and fell into a slump of depression and self pity. The only reason he survived was out of concern for his now motherless daughter. From that day forward Almaith became his world. He wasn’t the most educated about the female mind and body but he tried his best. Whatever female issues came up, Michan either found a woman to help her or he asked someone for the answers. From the very beginning everyone told him to find a new wife but this wasn’t an option for him. He felt that he could never replace his beloved Cara, at least not yet. He needed to wait for the ache to subside and after three years it was still there, right in the center of his heart.

 

 

 

 

Almaith had matured very quickly during the long years since her mother’s passing. She had to be the woman of the house and do the cooking and cleaning for her and her father. Michan worked as much as he could. Sometimes the odd jobs would take him out of Leinster and Almaith would be left behind sometimes with a neighbor when she was younger, but recently most of her time was spent alone. She missed her father dreadfully when he had to leave. She would find herself sitting on the bench by the window waiting to see his jovial face walking down the road towards their cottage.

 

Sometimes she would have to force herself to eat and sleep while he was gone. When she would try to sleep she would lay there for most of the night thinking of him and of her mother. Almaith wished he could be home with her more but understood the need to make a living. 

 

When Michan was working locally they would eat supper together, usually some kind of porridge and perhaps some vegetables from the garden when they were in season. Sometimes in the evening after supper Michan and Almaith would take a walk together and talk about their day and the goings on in the village. Almaith loved to read to her father when he was home as well. She learned to read from a friend of Michans’, he felt it was the one of the best skills to have and insisted on teaching her for free. Michan was forever grateful for that gift.

 

 On special days Michan would catch a fish in their pond or he would bring home some kind of meat from a grateful employer to add to their supper, then they would played chess on a chessboard that was given to him from a merchant friend. Everyone in Leinster knew Michan and they all were fond of him. He was always receiving gifts and kind gestures. He was a personable man who exuded kindness and integrity. Even the Princess of Leinster had befriended him long ago. Many of the single women of the villages liked him as well, enough to wish a proposal of marriage.

 

 

 Almaith didn’t have many friends since she was mostly homebound keeping the household running smoothly for her father. She had befriended one person and their relationship was rather special to her. Patrick Flanagan was 16, and he and Almaith met one day while he was walking down the road. He caught a glimpse of her as she was picking fruit off of a tree and was struck by something he couldn’t explain. He gathered his nerve and walked over to her to say hello and since that day they never went a day without seeing each other. Patrick lived in Corcomroe Abbey with his older brother Gilbert, he was being raised by his brother and the monks since both his parents had died when he was young. Having also experienced the loss of a parent, the connection between him and Almaith was strong. They understood each other, and they knew the pain of losing a parent, and the never-ending lost feeling that comes with it. They were both missing out on the traditional family life.

 

Patrick would try to visit Almaith everyday, but in return for being fed and housed by the monks, Patrick and his older brother were the caretakers of the abbey. There was much to do during the day but he always managed to see her. She always looked forward to his visits especially when her father was gone for many days. He filled the void left by her father and his constant absence. Most days they would usually sit and talk by the pond or take a walk, and when it was cold they would sit together by the fire. Their conversations were mostly about life and sometimes about death. Patrick understood her loneliness and how much she missed her mother. He knew deep in his heart that they would be friends for a long time, and that he would always be there for her, for he knew he needed her just as much.

The Twins (ch. 3)

Chapter 3/ O’Brien

 

 

Life was hectic for Urlachen and Donnel. Caring for the twins was hard work but it was something they wished to experience together rather than leave in the hands of a servant or two. They did receive minimal help, but for the most part they met most of their children’s needs. Even when passing each other in the halls during three am feedings and diaper changes, they managed a weary smile of gratitude.

Moving Day (ch. 14)

Ch.14/MacMurrough

Aoife awoke feeling cheerful. This was the day she would start her new life. Today they would leave the castle and she would start her courtship with Finn. She was thrilled, a new home and a chance to marry the man that she loved. She was smiling ear to ear as she snuggled the warm blankets that enveloped her. I will miss my bed, she thought. She began to wonder what kind of lodging awaited them. The steward only said that it was large enough to house them and their servants and that it would be comfortable.

 

Aoife’s second attempt. (ch.13)

 

 

Ch. 13/MacMurrough

 

The day after the meeting with the advisors,  Aoife decided to meet with her mother and tell her about the relationship with Finn. She knew her mother might still be upset about having to move out of the castle but she was determined to take advantage of her father being gone to perhaps persuade her mother to allow them to be together. If she knew how much she loved Finn she might be willing to consent to an official courting period like her sister Urlachen and her husband Donnel. They were married, happy and was pregnant, why shouldn’t she be allowed the same happiness? She told Finn to come along so he could hopefully meet her mother if the discussion went well.

 

“My dear Aoife, how are you this morning?” The queen asked her daughter. Her eyes were red and swollen probably from not sleeping after hearing the news that they had to vacate the castle.

“Mother you look so tired. Are you okay? Did Claire keep you awake or are worried about our move?” Aoife asked with concern. Her mother and her had grown very close while being sequestered in the castle for those long months. She was constantly worried about her health because of the amount of stress she had been under.

“I am fine, Claire is fine as well. How do you feel about leaving?” Mor asked her daughter. She noticed that Aoife wasn’t too bothered at the meeting the day before when they were told.

“I will be okay if you will mother. I am not too upset about it, the idea of living outside the castle is somewhat exciting.” Aoife admitted to her mother. She really wasn’t upset about leaving, in fact she was almost eager to live a normal life without so many people around and the many obligations she was committed to on a daily basis. She wanted to be free of the castle walls.

“You have always been this way dear child. Never wanting to accept your title, always ready to take on the world, alone if you had to.” Mor said smiling.

“Yes Mother, actually… this time I would prefer not to be alone which is why I wanted to talk with you. I am sure father has told you or you have heard about my friendship with Finn Archid, one of father’s knights. We have known each other for a long time and…” Aoife started to explain as Mor interrupted.

“Oh no! This isn’t a good time for this Aoife. What are you asking me, for permission to marry this soldier? Didn’t your father already deny this wish?” Mor asked with a tired look.

“Yes mother, but he isn’t here and who knows if he will return. Besides, father is in England with his mistress. He wanted to be happy so why shouldn’t I? I am not asking to marry him now, only to begin a courtship. Father was keeping me for someone of his choosing, what if he doesn’t return? How long do I have to wait?” Aoife asked with tears welling. “Just meet him mother, you will see that he is a good man. We could have left together when father left for England, but I wanted to be there for you and for you to give me your blessing.”

After a few moments, Mor decided to give this boy a chance. She wanted her daughter to be happy and she was right, Dermott might never be able to come back. Aoife had a better chance at happiness, rather than being forced to marry someone she didn’t know, and God forbid going through what she went through with Dermott.

“Where is he? Bring him to me and let me talk with him. Mor replied with a stern look.

“He is outside. Thank you mother, you will like him.” Aoife said as she left to send for Finn.

After a few minutes Finn arrived along with one of King Dermott’s advisors. He had some more details to relay to the queen. Finn looked uneasy but would do anything to be with Aoife, even meet the queen he had so many stories about.

“Mother I would like you to meet Finn Archid.” Aoife said very proudly as she held his warm hands,

“It is very nice to meet you Your Highness.” Finn said as he bowed with respect.

“Ok Aoife leave us for a few minutes please.” After she walked to the other side of the room, Mor continued.” So what do you plan to do with my daughter Finn if I give you permission to be together? She is a young princess and you are s soldier with no castle to protect now. What will you do now that the castle is being turned over to King O’Rourke? Certainly you will not rely on my daughter to house and support you. She is a wealthy princess you know.” Mor asked with suspicion. She was not going to trust just anyone with her daughter no matter how much Aoife did.

“Your Highness. I have the utmost respect for your daughter. I have no intentions of anything of the kind. I have already spoken with Lord O’Flattery and I will be in his service as soon as I leave here. I grew up there so he was more than happy to have me back.” Finn said, surprised to be asked such a question.

“Ok, that is an acceptable answer. You said you grew up there. Why is this? Mor asked.

“I was orphaned at birth and left at the O’Flattery Manor. I was raised there and started my training as a page when I was 7 years old. I have worked ever since.” Finn explained.

“You have no information about your parents? Were they merchants?” She asked as she avoided assuming they were peasants. She didn’t want him to think she was being judgmental. Her new daughter was from a peasant woman so it should not make a difference, just so long as he had the upbringing of a Noble.

“I was told that my mother worked in a tavern, and I don’t know anything about my father.” He explained hoping she would not use that as an excuse to deny their request for a courtship.

“Oh I see. Must be difficult not knowing where you  are from. Was Lord O’Flattery kind to you?” She asked out of curiosity for the situation with her daughter Claire.

“Oh yes, very kind. He regarded me as family. They were the only family I knew.” Finn admitted to the Queen. He felt comfortable talking with her about it as it seemed she was taking a real interest.

Aoife tried to listen to their conversation and heard bits and pieces. When she heard her mother talking about him being orphaned she ran over and was quite angry with her.

“Why are you asking such questions mother? You are supposed to be getting to know him, not trying to make him feel inferior for not being in the class you desire!” Aoife yelled.

“Aoife it is okay. She needs to know my background, she isn’t trying to insult
me.” He said as he held her hand. Your Majesty, you may ask me anything you wish. I love your daughter and I will succumb to any scrutiny to be with her.”

“Hmm. You are right Aoife, I am starting to like him already.” The Queen said while squinting her eyes as if she were studying him for further inspection. “Since your father is not here and I am the one making all of the decisions, I will grant you your wish to begin courtship.” Mor told them both hoping she wasn’t making the mistake of taking the liberty of going against what Dermott had decided. Although it did feel good to defy him for she still wanted to kill him for everything he had done.

“Thank you  Mother. You have made me so happy.” Aoife said as she hugged her tight.

“You may start your courtship by staying for supper with us Finn.” She ordered.”I will be getting to know you very well.”

“Yes, of course Your Highness. Thank you.” Finn answered feeling elated and shocked that something he had wished for for so long was finally happening.

Later that evening Finn went with Aoife to her chamber to sort out what she wanted to bring with her to the new home.

 

“How do you feel about having to leave the castle? I know you must be a little sad.” Finn asked.

“I honestly do not mind. I was ready to leave the day you found me by the stables after I had spoken to my father. I want to be free of this place. I am eager to leave.” She said with a smile.

“Can you believe your mother said yes? I cannot believe this is actually happening.” Finn said to a beaming Aoife.

“I feel like I am dreaming, am I dreaming Finn?” Aoife asked as she walked into his arms. 

“If we are dreaming I don’t want to wake up. We are going to be able to start our new life together.” Finn replied while squeezing her tightly.  “There have been so many changes this year, it seems as if our whole world is different, like it is to good to be true.”