Soul Of A Highlander (Lairds of Dunkeld Series) (A Medieval Scottish Romance Story)

Soul Of A Highlander (Lairds of Dunkeld Series) (A Medieval Scottish Romance Story)

Emilia Ferguson





To My Dearest Lovely Readers,





There is something picturesque and dramatic about the Scottish Highlands. Not only the landscape, which is mysterious, with its own special wildness and drama. It is the people themselves.

Scottish people are the original untamed spirits: proud, wild, forthright, in touch with their inner selves. The Medieval period in Scotland is a fascinating one for contrasts: half the country was steeped in Medieval culture - knights, ladies, housecarls and maids - and the other half was a maelstrom of wild clans people; fighting, living and loving straight from the heart.

If the two halves - the wild and the courtly - meet up, what will happen? And how will these proud women and untamed men react when brought together by social expectations, requirements and ambitions?

Read on to find out the answers!

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DEDICATION





Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be man's last romance.

Oscar Wilde





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ABOUT THE AUTHOR





Emilia Ferguson is the pen name of an author who writes historical romance with her husband. Her hometown is California, but currently she is living in hot tropical Singapore where she enjoys hot summer the whole year round.





When she is not writing her Medieval Historical Scottish Romance pieces, she enjoys taking long walks with her husband and kids at the nearby beaches.





It was these long walks where she got inspirations and ideas for her stories. She credits her wonderfully supportive husband John, her great cover designer Ms Melody Simmons and her advance review reviewers for helping her to fine-tune her writing skills and allowing her creativity to explode.





SOUL OF A HIGHLANDER





A MEDIEVAL SCOTTISH ROMANCE STORY





by





EMILIA FERGUSON





and





MountainSky House Publishing Co.





PROLOGUE





PROLOGUE





The words floated past Francis' ears, making him instantly alert. He understood both French and Gaelic. However, Gaelic excited him. It sounded magical and made him wonder why his parents had left their Scottish homeland. He ran a hand down his long, lean face and went to join the others.

“Maman?” he asked.

“Oui?” Lady Leona, countess of Annecy, raised a pale brow.

“Maman? Pourquoi restons-nous ici? Pourquoi ne retournons-nous pas avec Oncle Brodgar?” Why stay here? Why not return with Uncle Brodgar? It was a question that had plagued him all his childhood. At nineteen, it still did. No more so than now.

Uncle Brodgar excited his imagination. Big-shouldered, loud and funny, Uncle Brodgar was fascinating. He also spoke Gaelic. He was visiting from Scotland. Francis had been begging his parents for as long as he could remember if he could voyage to their homeland. It seemed all the more pertinent now, when he was a year or two shy of starting his own search for a wife.

“Porquoi?” he asked again, softly. Why?

His mother gave her answer. “Parce que nous possédons ces terres maintenant.” We own these lands now.

“Mais comment?” Francis wanted to know.

“C'est une longue histoire.”

Francis sighed. What did it matter, that it was a long story? He was quick and deft at his lessons, almost as appreciated there as he was on the practice ground, where Sir Anselm taught him sword skills. She should tell him!

Francis glanced up at his mother again, about to tell her something along those lines. She was already talking, making some important point to Uncle Brodgar and his moment passed.

“You have done well to extend those borders, Brodgar,” she said, raising a thin brow at the chieftain.

Brodgar chuckled. “Aye. As you can imagine, it took a fight. Old McAverly drives a hard bargain.”Uncle Brodgar looked like what he was, Francis thought, a chieftain from Scotland. He wore a tartan cloak in the green his mother said was the green of Dunkeld, her own family. That part of the description made no sense to Francis. He never had been to Scotland, and his mother's silence on the topic only added to his curiosity.