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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,308
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2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Scotland
1500 A.D.
The fog rolled in off the lake. Conal Leslie, the Earl of Glenkirk looked out at his land from his highland keep. The lake was large, and the hills surrunding the estate were large and green. He quickly turned as he heard the agonis screams of his wife. She had been screaming for hours, but this scream was different, there was somthing seriously wrong. Margret Lady of Glenkirk had been in labour for hours, and thought it was going well, until just now. Conal rushed in to the birthing chamber. Margret his beautiful, young wife lay on the bed sweating and weeping. Conal immediatly to her and grasped her hand. "what the devil is wrong with her" Conal shouted at the midwife. "The bairn is dead inside her my lord, and wont come out." came the pained reply. Conal felt tears sting the backs of his eyes, but refused to let one tear fall. Conal knew she wasnt going to survive, his precious little Margret was going to die. He looked her in the eyes and knew that she knew it as well. He brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. She shuddered as she grew cold and her breath became strained. "goodby my precious one" he wispered in her ear as she died. Conal cryed into her soft blonde hair until they dragged him away. The midwife extracted the child from it's mothers womb. It was a daughter. The next evening The Earl of Glenkirk buried his first love and his only child.
* * *
Cait Hepburn sat with her older sister Rosslyn. Rosslyn sat atop a hill, over looking England. Their Mannor stood 5 miles from the border between England and Scotland. Cait climbed a tree, as her sister worked on her needle point. The sun was just beginig to go behind the hills. "We should go home, it's getting late." Rosslyn told her sister. Cait rolled her eyes and climbed down the tree. "you just want to go home to your husband." she replied. Rosslyn grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the house. "either way we're going back." Rosslyn said. Cait yanked her arm back and followed her sister as she began to rant. "I will never get married, I refuse to give my freedom up for some man!" Rosslyn simply shoock her head. "you will change your mind Cait, Women grow by men." Cait and Rosslyn returned home before it got dark, and sat down to dinner with Rosslyn's husband, the New Lord, and their Mother the Dowager Lady of the house. After dinner Cait went to her room and Brushed her long hair. It was brown with hints of copper, her eyes sparkled with golden flakes, her skin was creamy white. A wolf howled in the distance, and Cait looked out her window. She yearned for adventure, for her life to start, but that life didnt involve a man, and if she could help it, it never would. She looked out her window again and saw the light of the full moon, and a cloudless night. Cait stood up and walked to her window. She took a long deep breath and pushed the window open and climbed down the vines. She breathed in the crisp fresh air and smiled. Cait walked up to the hill, closer to Scotland then the English border. She layed down and looked up at the stars. Cait jumped up as she heard the thunderous sounds of horses galloping toward her. She turned and looked in the direction of the sound, before she could see anything something grabbed her. She screamed but a hand came down hard on to her mouth as she was thrwon over a horse. She felt her hands being bound and her mouth being gagged.
* * *
Conal layed in bed. It was well past noon, but he just couldnt find the will to move. A loud knock came on his chamber door. "My lord? Are you alright in there?" Conal groaned at the sound of his Captins voice. "Aye, Im fine" He said reluctantly. Conal rolled out of his bed, and dressed himself. He figured he would at least make an apperance in the hall. It had been 4 months since Margret and the infant had died, it was time he got over it, but he just couldnt. The idea of getting over it racked him with guilt. After about 10 minutes the doors slammed open and in walked Conal's cousin Logan, carrying a a woman who was bound and gagged. Conal stood up and strided toward them. "What the hell is going on Logan?" Conal barked, he didnt like the look of this. "you've been moping around this hall like some heartbroken lass, it's time to get over Margret, and this Bonny girl is sure to help you with that" Logan winked at the Earl. Conal was only slightly amused. "Are you sure the girl is still alive?" Conal asked. "aye, shes just exhasted her self fighting to get loos all night long." "All night?" Conal Asked suprised "where did you take the lass from? Not England Cousin?" Logan laughed gruffly "what kind of Fool do you take me for? Shen is a hepburn i believe, most likely some milkmaid." Conal nodded. "Bring her to my chamber and lie her on the bed I will be there shortly to see to her."
1500 A.D.
The fog rolled in off the lake. Conal Leslie, the Earl of Glenkirk looked out at his land from his highland keep. The lake was large, and the hills surrunding the estate were large and green. He quickly turned as he heard the agonis screams of his wife. She had been screaming for hours, but this scream was different, there was somthing seriously wrong. Margret Lady of Glenkirk had been in labour for hours, and thought it was going well, until just now. Conal rushed in to the birthing chamber. Margret his beautiful, young wife lay on the bed sweating and weeping. Conal immediatly to her and grasped her hand. "what the devil is wrong with her" Conal shouted at the midwife. "The bairn is dead inside her my lord, and wont come out." came the pained reply. Conal felt tears sting the backs of his eyes, but refused to let one tear fall. Conal knew she wasnt going to survive, his precious little Margret was going to die. He looked her in the eyes and knew that she knew it as well. He brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. She shuddered as she grew cold and her breath became strained. "goodby my precious one" he wispered in her ear as she died. Conal cryed into her soft blonde hair until they dragged him away. The midwife extracted the child from it's mothers womb. It was a daughter. The next evening The Earl of Glenkirk buried his first love and his only child.
* * *
Cait Hepburn sat with her older sister Rosslyn. Rosslyn sat atop a hill, over looking England. Their Mannor stood 5 miles from the border between England and Scotland. Cait climbed a tree, as her sister worked on her needle point. The sun was just beginig to go behind the hills. "We should go home, it's getting late." Rosslyn told her sister. Cait rolled her eyes and climbed down the tree. "you just want to go home to your husband." she replied. Rosslyn grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the house. "either way we're going back." Rosslyn said. Cait yanked her arm back and followed her sister as she began to rant. "I will never get married, I refuse to give my freedom up for some man!" Rosslyn simply shoock her head. "you will change your mind Cait, Women grow by men." Cait and Rosslyn returned home before it got dark, and sat down to dinner with Rosslyn's husband, the New Lord, and their Mother the Dowager Lady of the house. After dinner Cait went to her room and Brushed her long hair. It was brown with hints of copper, her eyes sparkled with golden flakes, her skin was creamy white. A wolf howled in the distance, and Cait looked out her window. She yearned for adventure, for her life to start, but that life didnt involve a man, and if she could help it, it never would. She looked out her window again and saw the light of the full moon, and a cloudless night. Cait stood up and walked to her window. She took a long deep breath and pushed the window open and climbed down the vines. She breathed in the crisp fresh air and smiled. Cait walked up to the hill, closer to Scotland then the English border. She layed down and looked up at the stars. Cait jumped up as she heard the thunderous sounds of horses galloping toward her. She turned and looked in the direction of the sound, before she could see anything something grabbed her. She screamed but a hand came down hard on to her mouth as she was thrwon over a horse. She felt her hands being bound and her mouth being gagged.
* * *
Conal layed in bed. It was well past noon, but he just couldnt find the will to move. A loud knock came on his chamber door. "My lord? Are you alright in there?" Conal groaned at the sound of his Captins voice. "Aye, Im fine" He said reluctantly. Conal rolled out of his bed, and dressed himself. He figured he would at least make an apperance in the hall. It had been 4 months since Margret and the infant had died, it was time he got over it, but he just couldnt. The idea of getting over it racked him with guilt. After about 10 minutes the doors slammed open and in walked Conal's cousin Logan, carrying a a woman who was bound and gagged. Conal stood up and strided toward them. "What the hell is going on Logan?" Conal barked, he didnt like the look of this. "you've been moping around this hall like some heartbroken lass, it's time to get over Margret, and this Bonny girl is sure to help you with that" Logan winked at the Earl. Conal was only slightly amused. "Are you sure the girl is still alive?" Conal asked. "aye, shes just exhasted her self fighting to get loos all night long." "All night?" Conal Asked suprised "where did you take the lass from? Not England Cousin?" Logan laughed gruffly "what kind of Fool do you take me for? Shen is a hepburn i believe, most likely some milkmaid." Conal nodded. "Bring her to my chamber and lie her on the bed I will be there shortly to see to her."