Douglas FitzJames Posted December 11, 2016 Share Posted December 11, 2016 It seemed a delightfully incongruous thing for them to do. Something so simple, so story-book sweet, that one might almost have been fooled into thinking they were a normal family. Douglas was taking his younger sisters for a picnic. He waited at the gates of St James for the girls to arrive, his horse's saddlebags loaded with goodies and a set of blankets strapped on behind like a pillion pad. He had a basket over one arm as well, a cloth hiding the contents. A light snowfall promised a winter wonderland within the park, and was no real deterrent to proper Scots. He felt oddly happy. It was such a simple thing, a silly impulse, getting them out of the house for the afternoon. Of course there were certain things he wanted to talk to them about, he had his own motives, but he was also genuinely looking forward to spending an afternoon in their company. If he could see Fiona hit with a snowball, even better. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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