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?


6. An Escape

Danny had left them for a while understanding that his presence was not helping the young couple.

Now Blair watched the way the glow of the fire warned her skin and lit her hair into a blazing halo and rendering her fine cotton gown almost invisible. She looked like some kind of avenging angel, his avenging angel. Her eyes blazed and her lips glistened with suppressed desires. She was a noble maiden and as fair to look upon as a fairy queen. A vision of feminine glory she appeared to him in this moment.


The cold wind whispered against the skin of her cheeks. Lovingly it caressed them its fingers of ice bringing out the redness in them. Its gentle breath stirred the glimmering strands of her hair drifting them in a lattice across her face that disguised its shape. His fingers lifted the strands away from her face and tucked them behind her ear. Hips lips descended and like the mists on the mountains caressed her s barely touching them it was so light a caress it would have gone unfelt had she not been so attuned to his every movement. The proud scream of an eagle broke their kiss as it carried on the wind from far above them. Erica jumped back shock, awareness and pride stiffened her spine as she faced him down like an adversary. Then a sound on the wind seemed to call to her “Erica, Come to me my child” and she turned and fled toward the fierce and bold mountains. Her humiliation making her as fierce as the storm swept seas.


He watched her stand there staring at him like a deer caught in a trap before she turned and fled disappearing quickly into the darkness that surrounded them. “Erica, come back” he called after her but his feet wouldn’t follow his brains command to move.


She ran following the call not caring about the branches that grabbed at her like hands and begged her to slow down.  Her cheeks blazed with the heat of her embarrassment and tears flowed freely because she knew she was falling in love with him. She heard his voice chase her but she couldn’t turn back.


Erica ran not knowing where she was going; only wanting to put some distance between them. She was so focussed on her own mortification she didn’t hear the twig snap in front of her. She collided with a solid chest and a warm pair of arms came up to stop her from falling backwards. She wriggled and writhed trying to escape without even looking up. “Erica! Stop! Lass stop struggling!” she stopped at the sound of her brother’s voice and buried her face against his shoulder. “Come lassie let’s take ye back to the castle” She didn’t argue as he bundled her onto the horse and rode them back to the castle.


Erica woke unsure of where she was, then it all came back to her yesterday her brother had taken her  back to the castle she must have fallen asleep at some point that would explain why she was still mostly dressed. The sight she had the sight she had to go find her mother. Then her stomach chose to grumble reminding her of what else she had to do this morning. She quickly changed into another tartan skirt leaving the shawl and opting to wear just her white cambric shirt.



She walked quickly and followed her nose down to the kitchen where she requested some bread so that she could break her fast. To her surprise the servants wouldn’t have it. They dished her up some of the porridge in a wooden bowel which she picked up and ate as she walked she went to try and find her mother.


She followed the turns in the corridor that one of the servants had directed her down. "Third door and the left" she chanted under her breath so she wouldn’t forget it. When she found it she knocked solidly on the door and waited to be admitted. While she stood at the door Lord Blair rounded a turn in the corridor and, on seeing her, a smile curved his lips. Erica's memories zipped back to the evening before and she ducked her head lest he see the blush that tinged her cheeks. Blair saw a slight pink enter cheeks as she ducked her head and his smile split slightly wider. "Lady Erica I trust ye slept well"


Erica lifted her head fighting to control her reaction to him she responded in a calm voice she didn’t recognise as her own "Yes My Lord I slept surprisingly well. It must have been the long ride"

“That is good My Lady"

At that point the door opened and her mother invited her in. She cut a small curtsy to Lord Blair before entering the room.

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