The Warning

Its early 1600 and Erica a young girl living in scotland is being forced into a marriage she thinks she doesnt want. At least thats until she meets her fiance Blair Commyn, she is falling in love fast and so is he. But there is a problem, Erica has discovered she has a gift that could lead to her death by the kings order. Her fiance a loyal man of the king is now torn by his love for Erica and his law abbiding behaviour. the question that has to be answered; does he love her. His answer comes when she is taken in a raid by the MacDonald’s to get her back he will have to fight for her. But trouble is looming visions begin to plague Erica of the gun powder plot. Blair a loyal supporter of the king must step up and warn the king stopping him from following his quest for revenge. How can Blair convince the king without implicating himself or setting his lover up for being accused a witch?


12. A Marriage

As soon as they got in Erica was rushed off to her mother’s rooms to prepare for her wedding. Erica gasped in wonder as the beautiful dress that was laid out for her to wear. It was composed of an emerald green velvet gown that looked sumptuously soft. Under that was a satin kirtle of the same colour that seemed to flow like water and shimmered in much the same way. There was also a stomacher of the same velvet as the gown threaded with gold threads that shimmered as it shifted and decorated with small emeralds that seemed to glow in the light of the dawn. Next to the fire sat a large bathing tub that had been filled with warm water which had clearly been scented with the fresh smell of mint. It was an unusual scent for a woman to choose but ever since Erica had been old enough to choose she had worn it as it reminded her nature with it freshness and purity. Next to the bath were buckets with more warn water to rinse her off once she had been washed.


Erica stood as still as a doll with the patience of a saint as she was stripped down moved over to the bath washed and scrubbed and rinsed then maneuvered into the many layers of petticoats intended to give flair to the heavy skirt. Then she was dressed into her kirtle, gown and stomacher before sitting demurely on a stool as her hair was expertly woven to form a small braid from each side of her head that was woven back like a crown and then fell neatly over the rest of her hair which hung loose except for the occasional threading of gold fibres which were woven in to give her red hair an extra glisten so it sparkled like a fiery halo. Lastly her makeup was done with a deft but light hand.  Her feet were slipped into satin slippers with wooden soles all of the same green as her dress. Finally she was ready and all that remained was for her to check her appearance in the mirror. She could scarcely believe the woman in the mirror was her and by the tremulous smile and tentative touch of her mother she guessed her mother was just as impacted by the image in the glass. “My wee lass. My beautiful wee lass” she said as she enveloped Erica in a hug and the tears began to lightly spill down her cheeks “I am so proud of ye my darling lass” she said as her fingers traced the lines of her daughters face as if trying to memorise them.


Next came her cousin “Ye have turned out quite nicely Erica” Elspeth said a teasing smile playing round her lips, then she sobered “Take care of yerself and remember to visit yer lonely cousin now and again. Promise me ye will write as well”

“Of course” Erica said hugging her cousin in the tight embrace of sisters “Stay safe” she said as Elspeth fell back brushing the tears from her face. Her brother quickly took her space “Our bonnie wee lass is growing up.” He said with an impish smile before pulling her into a tight embrace “make sure he does right by ye”


“Of course brother, I am a McRae woman and  we willnae be submissive and docile” Her brother laughed playfully and then gave her one last tight hug before planting a light kiss on her cheek and stepping back.


Her dad stepped forward offering her his arm so that he could walk her down to the church. On the way he stopped walking gently pulling her to a halt beside him. He looked down at her his eyes warm but his expression sad “My daughter, my wonderful wee bonnie lass, how ye have grown. I want to tell ye before I hand ye over to yer husband that ye were mine first and if ever ye need sanctuary I will be there fer ye even if it is sanctuary from yer husband.”

“Thank ye pa; fer everything and I love ye” she said her chin dropped slightly and her eyes misted before she mastered herself straightening her spine squaring her shoulders and lifting her a chin and smile fixed to her lips as she thought of the wonderful man she was about to marry the one who had just ridden into MacDonnell land risking war to rescue her.


They continued walking and when they reached the church and the doors were opened wide her eyes instantly found her fiancé. He looked sinfully handsome dressed in a doublet of rich green velvet which complemented his black hair but the sleeves were white velvet trimmed with gold which contrasted with his honey skin and brought dancing golden flecks to his brown eyes. His trunk hose was also green velvet but his garters were green satin which she noticed were laced with emeralds. His stockings were white silk and formed perfectly to his legs. His shoes of green velvet had a slightly heel to them, not that he needed the extra height and he wore a green velvet epaulette cast back slightly over his shoulder to reveal the white silk lining. All of this was finished off with a collar that matched his garter and displayed clearly his position in the order of the garter. It was the first time she had seen him in lowland dress and it surprised her even more that he was not tied to some woman already.


He stood at the front of the church his legs stilled from their anxious pacing by the arrival of his fiancé in the church doorway. After she had basically been pulled from his arms the moment they got back this morning his brother had pulled him and Danny of to their respective rooms were their clothes were laid out and baths of warm water awaited them. He hadn’t known what his wedding outfit would look like so while he was washing he had taken the time to study it. The thought of its cost had briefly crossed his mind and he was vaguely aware that an outfit with so much rich fabric and fine detailed craftsman ship must have cost a fortune. His eyes had nearly missed the embroidered symbol of the Commyn lion grasping a downwards pointing sword the sword of clan McRae, a symbol of peace and unity. However one thought had dominated all, he wondered if his bride would even turn up. On the journey back they had made no reference to the argument that had happened before and he worried that she would still feel the sting of his words and she would leave.


However when he saw her framed by the church doorway with light spilling in around her and her hair gleaming like a fiery halo even that thought left his head. She looked almost ethereal from the pallor of her skin to the trimness of her waist the long lithe legs that he knew were hidden under the layers of rich, heavy fabrics. She glided down the aisle only hesitating briefly to search his face, apparently seeing what she needed she complete her walk down the aisle without any further hesitation. The whole church had fallen silent in breathless delight at the sight of her angelic form.


Her eyes stayed fixed on him only straying for two brief moments once to search his face the other to offer a quick smile to her father as he let go of her arm with an affectionate pat. His eyes had searched hers right back as if trying to read her soul and so she offered him a smile which was instantly returned in a quick curve of lips and flash of teeth that made her knees go weak.

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