Gretna Greene, Scotland

Iris was nervous as she peered at herself in the mirror provided to her by the inn. While he was out making whatever last preparations that needed to be made, a chapel and priest and such, she was just dressed in her elegant gown. It wasn't white, she did not need a white gown this time since this would be the second time she'd walked down the aisle. The gown she wore was a deep blue color that made her features pop.

She'd had help from one of the maids after using the last of the pay she had received from wet-nursing, her bright locks arranged in an elegant coif and curls dangling on either side of her face. She pressed her hand to her belly and took a deep breath before she headed down to the common room to get some tea in order to calm her nerves.

Some admiring glances were cast in her direction, for she was a pretty picture to behold. She ignored them for the most part, focused on the fact that she was about to become Jamie's wife any time now.