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the court was buzzing with rumors. ever since word has gotten out about the siege in austria, kenna has heard all sort of things: that the archduke had perished in a hideous fight, that the king of france lied dead over his blasphemous acts and even that the scots' own royals were the ones lying in the arms of hades. the red haired heard them all with the (fake) faint interest in her porcelain features and disgust and annoyance deep in her soul -- those were moments in which she wished the child in her womb did not make her fold back from the trip that took all the rest of her kinsmen from the castle, leaving only her children and a few obnoxious souls to take care of.

thankfully, the same symptoms that has left her unable to go to the grand festivities across the continent also makes it easy for the red haired to turn her nose up without being judged, as well as to excuse herself for more than usual. william is the only one who does not leave her side at all times, even sleeping on the spot his father did. without the king's closer family, the boy was the closest to a stewart heir they had, and her worries are not only the ones of a mother but the ones of a proud scots. kenna wishes to go back home -- to aberdeen, but it's better to stay in court, even if it means to endure. aidan had not written to her, but if any word was to come, it would be addressed to the castle, that much she was certain.

what she was also sure of was that when the family would come, they wouldn't stop until reaching stirling. her assumptions turn reality eventually, when she wakes once morning and the sounds of the scottish delegation was heard even through stone walls. of course. "as if i had anything to doubt with you," it's the first thing she says to her husband, a small smile stretching upon her lips -- one could say she was calm personified, if only they didn't catch how her chest was heavening with each breath, or how her hands trembled just now.

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loud and quick steps echo around the hall, out of the door. that’s the first thing he hears, making his focus on the letter he’s holding disappear almost completely. it’s been quite a long time he’s heard that noise—since kenna traveled with the kids, to be specific—so he can’t help and lift his eyebrows in surprise.

folding the paper and leaving it on the desk, aidan stands up and walks up to the door, pulling it open in time to hear the running getting louder as they get closer. he checks the hall and it’s almost impossible to hide the smile that grows on his lips when he sees his children having fun and trying to get to him.

“you are back!” he says happily, hands already picking margaret up and watching her laugh for being taken out of the ground. aidan is a bit affectional with his children—that can’t be helped. “where’s your mother?” he then asks when putting the girl down and hugging william, keeping his hand on the boy’s shoulder when he points out the direction they just came and starts talking excitedly about their time away from home.

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father had not point out anything on her appearance but on how she glowed – as always – but kenna was no fool to assume age wasn’t getting to her, especially when after a journey of not even a fortnight had left her feet and back aching. that being so, there is not even an attempt on her part to follow her pair of children as they roam through the castle, to a direction she already knows of – distant from her own, but not completely, as she soon enough takes notice of those said children approaching the marischal office with no one other than that tall man who sired them.

her brother is the first to show some reaction to his nephews and brother in law, raising his eyebrows at the door opening and showing some eagerness in exit the conversation with his own sister, who doesn’t even raise her eyes to her family. “you must keep the organization,” she warns the oldest, icy orbs adding up to the defiant tone in her voice as she points to the piles. liam lets out a noise that’s obvious annoyance, saying something along the lines of “yes, your highness,” that’s all snark, but hardly bothers kenna. if she was scared of long faces and groans, she would have never had children – or even been born a woman, for that matter.

“don’t you have a husband to care for?” the keith heir complains in their mother tongue, and his sister can only roll her eyes before moving to the other side of the desk, where her children still yapped to their father. "aidan needs me less than you do, dearie. or have you perished and i am met with your corpse, husband?” the latter comes with a turn of head towards the earl, brow raised slightly at the man she hasn’t seen in so long.

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kenna was not a fussy one. she did not pick, nor she did complain ( audibly ) and she certainly did not lost her poise, the porcelain face always kept clear and neutral -- today, there was the rarity of her betraying all of these common mannerisms: slightly crinkled were her eyebrows and her nose, disgust almost too obvious for her own standarts as her meal from the night before threatened to go up again. as if she needed anything to remind her of the small bairn inside of her, here comes the sickness again.

" do tell me, have you ever heard of hot springs, or bath houses? " the countess speaks, the real intention too deep within her curious and light voice for the other to take as an insult.