Branwenn stared at the hand outstretched to her as Rook snorted and stamped his hoof at the tension building. Emerald eyes looked up to meet Donaldâ€™s brown gaze as she reached her pale hand up and gripped his strong calloused hand in her own. Bouncing on the tips of her feet she hauled her strong lean body atop her horse and looped her arms about the manâ€™s waist.<br/><br/>â€œOkay, Iâ€™m ready Donaldâ€¦â€ The maiden swallowed as she heard the hounds, and the ever lingering approach of hooves as she tightened her grip. â€œPleaseâ€¦get me out of here.â€ Branwenn hid her face against his back for comfort, and for the most part to hide the tears in hope that her Father didnâ€™t catch them.<br/><br/>Ever since she could remember her mother had died her Father had seemed to have delved into a fit of darkness, and desperation. He didnâ€™t wish to lose the manor in which he had the fondest memories of his wife, yet he was willing to sell his daughter in a sense to a neighboring clan. To the son of the Chieftain.