Free ROMANCE: HIGHLANDER ROMANCE: Seduced by highlander (Historical Mail Order Bride Time Travel Romance) (Military Fantasy Romance Short Stories) by Brittany White

hand. He thought that it was a joke, but then she showed that she was ready for just about anything. They battled through the courtyard and out onto the street. He was sweating and looking at her with disdain, knowing that his plans would go up in smoke, if it was known that he was collaborating with the enemy.
    He parried forward and thought that that would run her through, but she was quick to adjust and turn the blade in a semicircle to relieve him of the weapon. It sailed into the air and it landed in the dirt the blade sticking in the ground and the handle sticking out.
    “I don’t know where you learned to do that, but have mercy.” That was the last words that he spoke, as her sword made him regret the day that he decided to show her any kind of attention. The princess laid waste to her fiercest competitor. This left her to wait for her parents to come home. They would not be happy by what had happened, but they would know that their daughter would not have done that, unless it was absolutely necessary.
    In the following month, she began to start to show and to save face she left the comfort of the royal family for something a little simpler. She sent word to Finn through Elizabeth. They left together under the cover of darkness never to be seen from again.
    There were all sorts of rumors and some thought that she was dead and the king and queen mourned her loss. They never suspected that she was living within Finn’s homeland of Scotland. They would never have imagined that her happiness depended on the baby that she was carrying and the man that she loved with all of her heart.
     
    THE END
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

HIGHLAND RESCUE
     
    The rain fell softly on my face. It helped me forget about all of the black cloth that had recently passed by. The tree above me released the raindrops that had been contained in its leaves. It was as though the tree was crying with me.
    Merely days had passed since my father was killed by the beast. Brother was in such a hurry to bury him into the ground after his death so that he could become king. The ceremony would be held later today to introduce the new king of Darden. I had no intentions of being there. I would remain by my father’s side until my body became one with the ground above him. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so alone.
    Mother had died the day I entered the world. Brother always told me it was my fault that she was gone. I killed her. He never let me forget that. Father was my only ally in life. Now he was gone and I was alone.
    Many people have told me that I am much like my mother. At my age my mother had dark hair that flowed straight down her back touching her waist. Just as mine does now. I have her emerald eyes and small button nose. Unfortunately for me I was given my father’s ears that always seemed to stick out to the side. He always told me that my strange ears made me a good listener. I wish I could have known my mother. There is so much I wish to have learned from her. Things such as how it felt to kiss a boy for the first time. Or how she knew who to give her love to. There are so many things that only my mother could tell me. Father always did his very best however it is certainly not the same. I love him dearly for trying. He was able to provide me everything I could possibly need.
    Three days ago I went with Father into the village to see the townspeople. We brought bread and cheese to pass out to those in need. Father was always giving back everything he had to his people. He was a beloved king and things would never be the same without him. The people praised him and he made sure to call everyone by their first name. I already knew that Brother would be nothing like that. He had darkness inside of him, a burning greed. He enjoyed making others feel small while he stomped around like a giant.
    When we knocked on the door of Mr. Toil Germaine’s small shack he greeted us nervously. Just like he would do every time, father shook Mr.