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Letizia recycling a combo of cardigan, shirt and pants from unknown designers

November 18, 2009: Audiences at la Zarzuela

October 4, 2010: Visited Albacete (1, 2)

March 11, 2011: Audience at la Zarzuela

May 3, 2012: Audiences at la Zarzuela

We drew apart, both a little steadier, and smiled nervously. I saw Dougal draw Jamie’s dirk from its sheath and wondered why. Still looking at me, Jamie held out his right hand, palm up.

I gasped as the point of the dirk scored deeply across his wrist, leaving a dark line of welling blood. There was not time to jerk away before my own hand was seized and I felt the burning slice of the blade. Swiftly, Dougal pressed my wrist to Jamie’s and bound the two together with a strip of white linen.

I must have swayed a bit, because Jamie gripped my elbow with his free left hand.

“Bear up, lass,” he urged softly. “It’s not long now. Say the words after me.” It was a short bit of Gaelic, two or three sentences. The words meant nothing to me, but I obediently repeated them after Jamie, stumbling on the slippery vowels.

 The linen was untied, the wounds blotted clean, and we were married.

— Outlander/Cross Stitch

Photos/Gif: Starz*, Season One, Episode Seven, September 20, 2014 (*If any image is yours, thank you. Please send me a Direct Message and I’ll edit this post to credit you. Thanks!)

Photo: atom1cflea.tumblr.com, Season One, Episode Seven, September 20, 2014

Book: Outlander (Cross Stitch), Chapter Fourteen, Diana Gabaldon, 1991

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