Gyrfalcon's Keep Clé go mo feistí féin (Left to my own devices)

Kieran could understand why the femme woudl want to believe that concocted story over perhaps the truth of abandonment. That male he wasn't worth the dirt that this femme walked on if he had truly left her alone and berefit.

Kieran gave her a real smile, one that was breathtaking if you found him attractive, it used to make his eyes twinkle, but it didn't anymore. They were devoid of the spark that used to dance in them that made him a merry irishmen. He was not merry anymore, he was barely irish anymore he thought. "Oi wud loike dat pure much me lassy, is mise kieran."