Later that evening, at the inn, Isaac held the woman who had given him the vision to see the world in a new light and made him happy again. He’d lost himself when his father died. With Flora in his arms, he felt free again, and as if anything were possible.
“Will you marry me?” He turned onto his side and came up on an elbow, gazing straight into those eyes that had captivated him the first time he’d seen her.
“What will yer mother say? What will yer friends say?”
“I do not care. I can’t go back to who I was before you. I need you with me.” It was true, and if she wouldn’t go back, he’d find a way to stay here with her.
“I cannae leave Camelot. Too many people depend on me.”
“Yes, you can. I’ve been thinking. We can set up a trust for The Camelot Home for Lost Children. It can cover expenses, pay for tutors, help place people in positions where they can fend for themselves.”
“That would be wonderful.” Her eyes misted.
“We can do it. Marry me. I don’t want to look out another window without you. I want to bring you home, show you my view and share it with you always.”
“Will I be able to visit?”
“I will bring you back to Scotland whenever you wish. We can even buy our own place near Camelot. I don’t care where I am as long as I’m with you. You are worth following anywhere.”
“Aye. I will marry ye.”
His heart soared as the words finally put to rest his doubts.
Flora continued, “I will marry ye because ye came back for me, because ye make me feel worthy, and because I love ye, Isaac.”
“I love you, too.” And with that, he placed his lips on hers, pleased that he would never again have to look out a window without her by his side.