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“I shouldn't be nervous,” she is speaking to Murtagh and Mrs. Fitz., “I am already married, after all.”

“The old way, eh,” Murtagh says as Mrs. Fitz studies her dress making sure all is right, “ now you are marrying in front of God.”

“He is right. It makes a difference.”

“In front of the entirety of the castle as well.” Murtagh adds.

“Please, I don't need to be more nervous.”

“She is right. Will you go make sure all is ready?”

Murtagh nods. “You are a vision.” He tells his Goddaughter, kissing her cheek before moving out.

“Thank you Mrs. Fitz.”

“I know he was making you nervous.”

She shakes her head. “Not just that. For everything. For being the mam I needed. For raising me. For everything.”

“Oh,” the older woman blushes, “you are quite welcome. It has been an honor. Now you are a wife,” she shakes her head, her eyes misty, “ and will be a mam, like my Laughaire. My lasses are all grown up.”

She smiles. “I believe it is what we are supposed to do.”

“Aye.” She pulls out a handkerchief and wipes her eyes, “ let's go get you married in front of God.”

Murtagh escorts her into the great room. Her uncle has it lit up with hundreds of candles. Her nerves settle as soon as she sees her husband standing by the priest waiting for her. She passes by Geillis, who gives her a smile. Laughaire stands with her new husband looking solemn. Her focus is only on Jamie. 

He takes her hands and they both breathe. It is simple after that. 

Vowing in front of God and the castle to love and honor and serve each other. Even her vowing to obey him doesn't bother her. She trusts he will never require anything of her that she wouldn't want to do anyway.