“And for the both of you?” Agnes asked. “We have some venison smoking in the smokehouse, would you like that?”
“Bake some sweet beets and use what is left of the carrots too,” Aunt Matilda added. “Thank you, Agnes.”
The maid bopped out a curtsy and left, closing the door behind her. Isabella looked to her aunt, “Lovely woman, where did you find her?”
Turning back from the door, Aunt Matilda said. “Actually, she found me. She doesn’t speak much of her past but I assume like most of the girls around here, she is an orphan or something of the sort. She’s a hard worker and does things efficiently. But back to the issue at hand, you need to consider your future and not an image of the future, marry this man.”
“Aunt,” Isabella said calmly. “I will think about it, but I will not promise you that I will marry him.” She rose. “If you will excuse me, I have some unpacking to finish.”
“You may go,” Aunt Matilda said as she reached for a book at a nearby table. “But no more going to see that man alone, understood?”
“Yes, Aunt,” Isabella replied as she left. Though tempted, she did not dare go see Duncan but kept straight to her rooms where she did finish packing out the few things she had carried. Then, she took one of her poetry books and curled up on her bed. She read words about undying love and devotion that tied two souls together for the rest of their lives. “I will surely avenge your death and thus extinguish the great sorrow and anger which are burning up my heart as I see you lifeless before me…”
This was the type of relationship Isabella wanted with the man who was to be her husband, a bond that would give her such a deep love that her dedication would continue after death. Her mind strayed to Duncan, and again, she wondered if he was married. Surely, a man as handsome as he, must have a wife or even a lover.
The questions came one after another. Who was he truly? Where had he come from? Was he one of the fighters in the war? If not, why had he had an English soldier’s uniform on? He did say that he was not an enemy to her, but weren’t all Scots enemies to her people? Had she, by being merciful, allowed someone dangerous into her aunt’s house?
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About the Author
Maddie McKenna had always been passionate about Scotland. It all started with an old picture of her grandfather wearing a kilt and a sporran. She used to look at that picture and imagine stories taking place in the mysterious Highlands...
When she visited Scotland for the very first time, it was love at first sight. Both the country’s breathtaking landscape, and the warmth and livelihood of the locals made her realize why her distinctive red hair was not the only thing that made her blend with them. She took her motherland’s memories back home to Minnesota, holding them forever in her heart while using them as an inspiration for her novels.
Maddie McKenna has a degree in English Literature and Creative Writing. She started writing articles for travel magazines but soon the romance world won her over. When she isn’t writing, Maddie loves painting and taking long walks with her hubby.
Join Maddie in the unforgettable world of brave Highlanders and their bonnie lasses—a world full of passion, intrigues and steamy lovemaking, that will make you feel like you are part of the story yourself!
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