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?

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13. A Night of Display

The ceremony had gone off without a hitch. For her and Blair it had been a blur of smiling faces, even the rare Scottish sun had made an appearance as though god himself was smiling down on their union. The wedding feast was held in the great hall and all the doors and windows had been thrown wide open to let all the fresh highland air rush in. Erica sat next to her husband his family sat to his left with her family to her right. All the other tables had been laid perpendicular to the main table and every space was filled by well-wishers. The food had been an extravagant display of wealth with swans, peacocks, deer, boars and turkey all served on extravagant silver and gold platters. It had been a reminder to all the courtiers about the amount of wealth and power he held. By the time rich desserts of fudge and chocolate and pastries were being served Erica’s patience hung by a thread. She wanted to be alone with her husband, to talk to him, and not to be surrounded by gossip hungry courtiers. She was tempted to get up offer a polite goodbye and drag Blair out of there and up to their new joint chambers. As if sensing this or perhaps because he felt the same he grabbed hold of her hand and gave it a light squeeze under the table as he leaned over and whispered quietly in her ear “Patience my love, Just a little longer then we can sneak away” She smiled as he spoke as it appeared he was saying the words as much for his own benefit as hers.

 

Later that evening they managed to sneak away mostly unnoticed by their guests and rather than stay in the castle where they may be found with relative ease Blair led her down to the beach under the light of a full moon. He loved the childlike innocence she displayed as she walked along the beach in tune with nature and stopping to pick up things as they caught her eye. Blair lent against on of the rocks watching the way the moon glistened off her white skin and shimmered off her satin shift as she walked along the water’s edge. A gentle breeze occasionally lifted strand of hair across her face of pulled the shift closer to her skin. White waves crashed next to her occasionally brushing her feet or sometimes her hands as she leant down to pick up a shell or stone.

 

 

His heart broke at the way she tensed each time a particularly strong wave hit the rocks slightly behind them or the way she jumped slightly in checked fear if a wave brushed her ankle of hand. She clearly tried to hide her fear but he could see it and it tore at his heart. His blood boiled in anger both at himself for being unable to protect her and at the McDonnell’s for putting this fear in her. The image of her tied to a rock as the tide came in filled his mind followed quickly by the memory of her limp body sprawled on the rocky shore as he prayed for her to breathe.

 

 

Her excited and happy laugh drew him out of his revere. He looked into her smiling face as she turned her hand outstretched to show him the beautiful iridescent spiral shell she had found. Her face was illuminated by the moon and shone with an otherworldly ethereal grace. He pushed himself away from the rock and stepped closer his own face forming a smile of its own as he gently took her wrist and leaned in closer to get a better view of the shell before he kissed to soft tender pulse point in her wrist. The soft sweet smell of mint and something that was uniquely her filled his nose bringing a stronger smile to his face. She batted his arm playfully at his roguish behaviour as she extricated her wrist from his grasp.

 

 

The wind picked up very quickly after that and began to plaster the thin shift to her body and was rendered sheer by the moisture in the air and the strong moonlight about them. She looked like a siren waiting to lure him away to some lost cave and have her way with him. By the heat in her eyes he was pretty sure that she was feeling the same

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