*******NOTE****** I just wanted to let you all know that I am an AMATEUR writer, I am no historian at all, just a woman who loves romance, especially Scottish romance. All the knowledge that I have comes from books that I have read in the past. So I know that my story may not be historically accurate. I also do my own editing, so don't expect my story to be perfect. ************
Scottish Beauty
Chapter One
Scottish Highlands, 1408
The thundering of hooves could be felt throughout the lush Scottish valley as a score of men, laden with provisions, returned from their early morning raid. Sir Andrew McKenna led his men. He is Laird Angus McKenna’s oldest son and heir. His skill and cunning strategies launched the successful raid against their archenemies, Clan Fraser. Within the men were two of Andrew’s brothers, Ian and Robert. Only Grant, a knight within King James’ court, youngest son and alleged skirt chaser, wasn’t present.
Andrew rode proudly in front of his men, a grin stretched across his sun-bronzed face. His black hair was blowing in the wind, caressing the tops of his shoulders. His eyes, dark as midnight, sparkled with arrogance. The raid was very successful. They managed to regain all of the feed, flour and oats that Clan Fraser had pilfered from them just four nights past.
Early autumn already graced the Highlands which signalled the onset of a potentially harsh winter when food could be short in supply. The future laird, knowing of his responsibilities to provide for those within the keep and the villagers, had organized the attack for that purpose. Not to mention that the men always enjoyed a good skirmish.
Robert, third son, rode up beside his brother.
“I suppose Da will be happy we retrieved all of our feed and supplies back from the bloody Frasers,” Robert began as his brown eyes squinted from the bright early morning sun.
“Aye, he will, but he’ll not be happy with the raid. You know Da, he doesn’t like retaliation. He wants peace in the Highlands,” replied Andrew looking across the purple-heather valley and experiencing little remorse for his actions.
“Aye, that he does but doesn’t mean we have to give up what is ours,” Robert agreed. “Many work and rightly rely on Castle McKenna to provide for their families. ‘Twas our duty to retaliate.”
“Da will surely be awake when we return, we better prepare ourselves for a tongue lashing,” Andrew answered, and then flashed a grin, showing straight white teeth.
“There’ll be no tongue lashing for Ian and me,” Robert corrected him, and then chuckled. “Ye are his first born, 'twill be your bollocks Da will be after.”
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Scottish Beauty
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