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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3. The Dinner

She was led to the top end of the table where a man stood and gave a bow. He wore the raven’s colours. Black leather boots, black trews, black cambric shirt, and black cloak but far from being drab it looked as though it should belong to a faery king. His skin was the colour of honey, his jaw was strong with a shadow of dark hair, his lips sensuous, his eyes a swirling mixture of chocolate and his delectable dark hair, slightly to long for style and mussed, fell in a way that made her itch to run her fingers through it. His smile came, a slow, sumptuous curve of his fully kissable lips. He was in her opinion a god personified and he could have any woman he wanted, one flash of that smile and they would swoon right into his strong muscular arms, grabbing those broad shoulders for support, heavens she felt like swooning.

 

She felt her knees grow week but stood tall tilting her chin up. She reminded herself this was a duty marriage he might not feel that way about her best not to ask for or want too much. Yet she couldn’t stop the image of his hands brushing over her skin would they be soft or rough? He would be strong she could see that but could he be gentle? An image of running her fingers through his hair and resting them at the nape of his neck was the next to overtake her rational mind. Good heavens she had to stop thinking like that.

 

He stood to face the girl who was to be his wife as she came to a stop before him. She was dressed in what looked like a black kirtle with a tartan gown in the blue, green, red and white of clan MacRae, her clan, and that tight white wool shirt that hid everything but enticed the eye, covered slightly by a loose plaid wrap that seemed to come from her kirtle and was held in place by an intricate, gem studded, sterling silver broach. Her long wavy hair of dark burnished copper floated like a cloud around her soft face and glinted in the light of the fire, her skin, a milk white, looked like the cream he took with breakfast. Her eyes were sparkling emeralds and her lips red rubies in colour were full and parted on a sensual gasp. He noted that her full breasts and gracefully curved hips would fit his hands perfectly.

 

She acted all innocent but with such beauty she must have had some experience or where those around her just blind? He then noticed the stubborn tilt of her chin and those emerald eyes sparkled with what he was sure was annoyance. The ruby red lips had set themselves in a hard line.

 

 Ahh so she wanted this as little as he did or was it as little as he had wanted it. Seeing her had drawn a reaction from him. He had imagined running his hands through her long luscious locks. Would she be warm and soft and supple would she be pliant or hard and cold. He knew that getting her anywhere would be a challenge and he couldn’t imagine not rising to meet the challenge. He noticed his brother standing at her back with steel in his eyes warning him that he would be protecting her. Interesting his brother had taken a liking to the girl already? What had she done to bring this on?

 

Somehow despite his wandering mind he had performed the expected greeting and she had returned it but her eyes hadn’t left his. He wandered what she was thinking he hoped she was imagining being with him as much as he was with her.

 

Her mind in turmoil, at discovering this sensual god was her betrothed, she struggled to utter an appropriate response to his greeting. How was she supposed to resist him now especially when her own body was betraying her? He moved to pull out her chair and she slid gracefully moving on automatic not even thinking about what she was doing. Heavens, how was she going to last the evening with him sitting next to her? Feeling his arm brush hers, his breath whisper across her cheek, worst of all feeling the heat emanating from him, it was going to drive her insane.

“Lady McRae, Lady McRae are ye alright?”

“Aye my lord I am fine just distracted that’s all. Ye have a spectacular home here my Lord.” Erica said hoping to cover up her mistake

“Thank ye, I am very proud of it unfortunately I dinae spend as much time here as I would like to”

“My da mentioned ye were close to the king. Do ye spend a lot of time in England then?”

“Yes and yes unfortunately my role does necessitate my being near to the king in England.” He noticed a quick flicker of horror pass across her face before she mastered it and so he quickly added “of course my wife will be able to choose where she makes her home” although he hoped she would make her home where ever he was.

 

His voice further lowered the walls she had put up soft and gentle yet strong and powerful like a river. It would be easy to get lost in a voice like that.  His eyes watched her, those liquid eyes of his holding her in place and issuing a challenge daring her to challenge him. Those lips they formed the words but their shape held her fixated. What was wrong with her she didn’t react like this to a guy?

 

“Do ye like to ride? Lady McRae?” his voice strong and masculine sped her heart faster surely if it kept this up it would burst through her chest?

“Yes, of course it is a nice way to relax Lord Blair.” She said with a smile remembering all her parent’s etiquette lessons.

“Would ye do me the honour of accompanying me on a ride tomorrow?”

“Lord Blair…”

“Just Blair will do”

“Lord Blair, I would love to accompany ye tomorrow but with my ma’s current ill health willnae permit her to ride and we canae go without a chaperone.” She answered emphasising the lord to set some boundaries in place.

“In that case we will have to postpone it till a chaperone can be found then”

Danny who had been listening to the conversation saw the Blair’s disappointment and he could see that it would rile his sister if they could go on the ride he said.

“I know ‘tis unusual but I can accompany ye and my sister as chaperone”

“It’s settled then tomorrow ye and I can go out fer a ride”

 

Erica prepared for bed that night her mind busy with all that had happened at dinner. She was curious about Lord Blair he was quite young and had clearly done fairly well for himself but she sensed he had had a turbulent past. She was lost in thought as she unmindfully took of her broach consisting of a loop of garnets with a diamond sword grasped in a silver hand and the words ‘fortitude’ intricately forged in silver wire running along the bottom. What was it about the Lord that gave him that dangerous wild edge and why wasn’t he married he must have women fawning all over him at court. She couldn’t deny the effect his looks had had on her; she had practically swooned at his feet. She contemplated as she slowly striped of her soft woollen garments.  This presented one of a few times where she had desired her grandmother’s gift of the sight she wished to read what was to happen in his future and see what had happened in his past, yet she knew the danger her grandmother was in due to her gift. The king did not look kindly on those with the sight and accused them of witchcraft, for which the punishment was death. The ravens also worried her, the harbingers of doom only visited when trouble was coming, did it have anything to do with him, and was she going to bring him trouble.

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