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I t was a field of yellow flowers that had her attention.

Outside of the postern gate of Haldane, negotiating with a farmer who had brought a wagon full of bushels of dried beans with him, Josephine could see the field of flowers off to the north and, like a siren’s call, the lure was nearly too much for her to bear.

She would have loved to have run through them.

Quickly, she finished up her negotiations, paid the farmer, and had him bring the bushels in through the gate and into the kitchen yard.

But she remained outside, her gaze on the flowers.

In fact, the entire countryside seemed to be full of flowers. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and, inside Haldane, life had changed drastically. Sometimes it was hard to believe just how drastically.

Josephine turned to the kitchen yard of Haldane, seeing the moated keep beyond and a good portion of the outer bailey.

It didn’t even look like the same place, the one she’d first come to last autumn.

It had been such a dark, terrible place under the thumb of a heavy, dark man.

She remembered thinking that everyone seemed to be bent over, cowering under the weight of Alphonse’s oppression.

But it wasn’t like that now, nor had it been since Andrew had taken the helm.

In fact, the man had injected life into a dying castle, and into a dying family, like a bolt from heaven.

Now, Haldane was returning to the place it was before the event of Alphonse, a name that no one mentioned these days.

It was gone, erased, turned to dust and scattered upon the wind.

Haldane Castle was finally healing.

Josephine stood there a moment, reflecting on the past several months and rubbing at her gently swollen belly.

Andrew’s son was due in a couple of months; at least, Andrew made sure everyone knew it was his son, as if Josephine had nothing to do with it.

It was a running gag between them these days.

He would ask about his son, put his face down next to her belly to speak to the boy, and then tell Josephine how great and powerful his son would be, and how, together, they would conquer the world.

Because of this, Josephine swore she was going to run off and have the baby in secret just so she’d have a chance to bond with the child before Andrew ran off with him to raise him alone, raising him in a group of knights like a pack of wolves.

Andrew thought that was quite funny. Josephine did not.

But a smile came to her lips as she thought on her husband and his great love and enthusiasm for his family.

She’d never seen anyone so attentive or sweet, both to her and to his mother.

It was almost as if the man was still atoning for the guilt he’d carried around all of these years.

But as time passed, that guilt, too, was fading.

As Josephine headed back towards the small bridge that crossed the moat and led into a side entrance of Haldane, she saw Andrew coming towards her from the gatehouse. He waved when she looked at him and she came to a pause, shielding her eyes from the bright sun and waving back.

“How is my son?” Andrew asked.

Josephine cocked an eyebrow. “You saw me not an hour ago,” she said. “He was fine then, and he is still fine, but I am growing fatigued. I believe I will go inside and lie down for a while.”

Andrew was immediately at her side, putting an arm around her shoulders. “And I shall escort you,” he said, worried. “We must take care of you and my son.”

Josephine eyed him. “You were never this concerned for me when it was only me,” she said. “I am starting to think you love this child more than you love me.”

He grinned at her, that flashy grin that could always soften her. “I think I love you a little more,” he said. “But only a little.”

“Thank you. You are quite kind.”

It was a sarcastic response and he snorted, kissing her on the side of the head as they began to head into the castle. But abruptly, he came to a halt. “I nearly forgot what I came to tell you,” he said. “A messenger has arrived from Torridon, in fact. Donald is at the gatehouse as we speak.”

Josephine was immediately interested in the arrival of her friend. “Bring him in!” she said. “I would see him!”

Andrew nodded. “You will,” he said. “I told him to meet us in the hall. He has a great deal to tell.”

“Like what?”

Andrew resumed their walk, now heading into the shadows of the keep as they moved for the side entrance.

“There is a good deal that has happened these past few weeks, evidently,” he said.

“First and foremost, Alexander finally had a conference with Colin Dalmellington and told Colin that one more move against Torridon, however small, and the king would strip him of everything. Donald says that Sully is greatly pleased by that.”

Josephine looked up at him, a smile playing on her lips. “Then he kept his promise,” she murmured. “He promised he would keep Colin away from Torridon if you… if you…”

Andrew knew what she meant. She still couldn’t bring herself to speak of that horrible battle in the chapel of Haldane, where Andrew avenged his mother, Nicholas, and Josephine.

Alphonse’s death simply wasn’t something they spoke of.

The man was dead, and the terror was over.

That was all that mattered, and they refused to reintroduce that darkness into their lives, even in conversation. Andrew gave her a gentle squeeze.

“Aye, he kept his promise,” he said quietly.

“Torridon needs this peace. The last time I was there, the walls were almost completely repaired, and the structure was in good condition, so the promise of a Dalmellington peace is the best possible news. Now, Sully will have a fortress that isn’t constantly under siege and your sister can deliver their child without the threat of war hanging over them. ”

Josephine’s smile grew as her thoughts shifted from the king’s fulfilled promise to her sister’s impending baby. “I cannot wait to hold my nephew,” she said. “Won’t it be lovely that our son and Sully and Justine’s son will grow up together?”

Andrew nodded, caressing her shoulder as they headed into the dark confines of the keep. “But my son will be the stronger and more intelligent of the two,” he said.

Josephine laughed softly. “That is a terrible thing to say.”

“It is not terrible if it is true.”

She simply rolled her eyes at the man’s ego. As they came in through the side entrance, it opened up into an alcove that was attached to the two-storied hall of Haldane, which now proudly flew the new d’Vant banner, something that he’d had commissioned to incorporate the de Carron crest.

Now that Josephine and Justine were the last of the de Carron line, Andrew only felt it was right to continue that line in the new d’Vant crest. Originally, the de Carron crest had been two black serpents facing each other against a field of white, but Andrew added a sword in the middle of them.

Demon Slayer , he had told Josephine, who had wholeheartedly agreed to the addition.

In fact, Andrew stopped to admire his new crest as it hung from the beams near the hearth.

Demon Slayer was also above the hearth, having been anchored there by Andrew and Sully, as a memorial to those days of vengeance that were now gone.

Andrew had even sent a missive to Abe in Edinburgh to let the old man know that Demon Slayer had, indeed, lived up to its name.

He knew the old man would have been pleased.

“Lady d’Vant!” Donald entered the hall, his fond attention on Josephine as she stood next to her husband. As Donald walked, he tossed off cloaks and saddlebags, leaving a trail for the servants to pick up. “Ye’re looking quite well, my lady. Have ye been well?”

Josephine smiled at her dear friend. “I have,” she said. Then, she held up a hand. “If you’ve come to tell me again that your father wants me to name my son after him, then save your breath. Andrew and Ridge have already put in their requests, so I am not in need of any more names.”

Donald grinned. “My father’s attention has turned to other prospects.”

“What other prospects? Do not tell me he is hounding Justine to name her child after him!”

Donald laughed. “Nay,” he said. Then, he puffed up a little. “It is quite possible that I have a marital prospect, ye know. My father now has hopes that I will name a future son after him.”

Andrew and Josephine looked at each other, amused. “Is this so?” Andrew demanded. “Do tell, lad.”

Donald looked quite proud of himself as he took a seat at the long, scrubbed feasting table in front of the hearth.

“’Tis no one ye know,” he said. “There is a lass from Edinburgh that has had my attention. I met her when we went to save Josephine from her marriage to yer brother. Red-haired, delectable dimples– her father is the wealthiest merchant in town, which makes my father very happy. Paget is her name.”

Josephine was genuinely thrilled. Andrew helped her to sit opposite Donald and took a seat next to her. “That is wonderful news, Donald,” she said. “I am very happy for you. I should like to meet Paget someday.”

Donald nodded. “Ye will,” he said, “although I think de Reyne had his eye on her, too. Her father did business at the castle. That is how we both saw her.”

Josephine glanced at Andrew, seeing that the man was fighting off a grin. “No offense, Muir, but Ridge de Reyne has a bit more of a pedigree than you do,” he said. “Are you both competing for the same woman?”