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The castle was cold due to the events. Calum did his best to pay sympathy to Iris. Nothing but a searing hatred was blazing in the young woman. Claire stayed away from Iris knowing she was on the war path. Murtagh warned her that Iris is bound to take her life for her son as repayment.

Iris pov

I sat in the chamber with Calum talking about actions. "I know ya feel a raging fire inside you. That Scottish blood of yours boiling and you are ready for a fight. Iris though I understand what you want to do. You have absolutely every right to want her strun up. However we have no proof that it was her that caused this. I am collecting reports from everyone on that trip. I promise you young Aaron will not be forgotten." He said before dismissing me. In the kitchen cooking for the clan Claire decided to pay a visit. I glare at her and she stood in the door way. "Iris I wish to speak with you. I know you are hurt about Aaron but please believe me....I had nothing to do with his death." She tried to reason with me but all I could see was red. The burning memory of my sweet boy laying in his bed dying. His life did not need to end because of this English Pig. "Get..Out.." I said clutching my knife. The maids in the room stood by and watched. They could see the war going on inside me. Anyone with eyes could see all I wanted to do. I wanted to gut this English Pig and make her squeal in agony. I wanted her to die slowly feeling the way my Aaron did before he left this world. "Iris please I am begging you for forgiveness." she said slowly approaching me, I felt my body start to shake my blood starting to boil over. I knew if I didn't get away now, I was going to kill her. Mrs.Fitz came and took over for me. I rushed out of the room leaving Claire standing there.

Alasdair pov

"Hello Alasdair your one of Iris's boys?" I look up to see it was that English woman. "what do you want?" I asked bitterly "please I want to speak with your mother. I have been trying to apologize for what happened. She just won't allow me to speak before rushing off." I spit at her feet. "I don't think you get it then. My Ma and family want nothing to do with you. My brother is dead because of you and your stupidity. I HAD TO BARRY MY BROTHER AND NOW I AM WATCHING THE WOMAN THAT RAISED ME, STALK ABOUT LIKE A WOLF WAITING FOR THE KILL! I WANT YOU TO DROP DEAD YOU LOW LIFE ENGLISH BITCH!" I scream shoving her into a pile of rotten food. On lookers laughed at her before my mother came staking over to us. If looks could kill this poor woman would be nothing but ash. "Come Alistair Your brother needs your help in the wood room." She said looking at me calmly, before glaring at Claire. "wasn't one of my boys enough to quell your blood thirst witch." She said before walking away with me at her side.