Chapter 4- A New Hope

I hold a newborn baby close to me protectively. Ignoring the talk going on outside of the room of what would be happening to the child.

MY child…

…NO ONE WAS TAKING HIM AWAY FROM ME

I wouldn't allow it.

Image to keep or not… If they had wanted to save the dignity of their precious bloodline they should have disowned me. Instead they had chosen to badger me about "getting rid of the unneeded stain". It might have worked out all right in the end but then they had seen the baby. And what they saw closed up what little warmth their cold, cruel, mutilated, black hearts. His soft blonde hair and the shade of emerald that were his eyes distinctly that of an Englishman. Bringing out the worst in the purist minds of my parents and intended. It didn't matter that my boy was the son of my intended and no Englishman had set foot in this village since the blood soaked years of The Cutter. The Isles were a purely Scottish bloodline.

Always had been…

Always will be…

Anything or ANYONE that could be used to prove otherwise had and would be removed.

I don't care about that as I know his pedigree to be as pure as it should be and even if it had not been I would still keep him. I know already that the boy in my arms is special.

But one thing worries me…

James Elliot Isles…

My little Jamie…

…Hasn't cried even for a second. In fact he hasn't even made a single whimper. And though I will deny it till my dying breath I KNOW…

I just KNOW…

He NEVER will.

My little boy is mute.