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For A Warrior's Eyes
Scottish Historical Romance
By: Amanda Knight
*BONUSES at the END*
For a Warrior's Eyes
CHAPTER ONE
It had been a very long week since the most extraordinary and terrifying things had happened to me. I am the princess of the Scottish Ayle clan named, Agatha. Our clan was settled in a village, which was overseen, by a grand stone and rock castle. This is where I had lived with my family. The Ayle clan went back hundreds of years, or so the stories told us. We were stationed between the high cliffs down to the sea on one side and by the wetland moors on the other side. We had a long rivalry with another Scottish clan called the Dunluth. That rivalry also went back hundreds of years, or so the stories told us. We had been fighting for so long that it was hard to keep up with why we had begun fighting in the first place. Some say it was due to land which was usually the case in these parts, however it seemed to still divide us now even though we were each settled on our own land and neither clan wanted the other clan’s lands. One cold night there was a fierce and loud raid on our village and castle by the Dunluth clan. It was a very daring raid that not only penetrated the village gates, but the men came right into the castle, which had not been sieged in decades. It was all due to their enigmatic Scottish warrior leader, Eric. He was the one that led the raid with a plan to kidnap the princess, in which he succeeded. He went through a perilous plan to raid the castle and take me by repelling down the dangerous cliffs and into boats waiting in the sea below. It was a plan that was dangerous and needed bravery, intelligence, and skill. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time for me, though at the time I was mostly terrified. Once I was taken to his clan, the Dunluth, he told me off his plan to marry me and conceive a child in order to unite the tribes. It was a plan that shocked me. I had never thought that the Dunluth would want anything to do with Ayle. They certainly would not want to be united after so much bloodshed. Then he gave me a long explanation about how the plan for peace was his father’s plan and had been in the works for some time now. After he spent a long time explaining the reasons for the unity of the clans through marriage, I saw the reasoning in it. I finally agreed to it. I agreed to marry the clan leader that very night. Partly because it made sense and could have a chance in resulting in peace, but also because in the very short amount of time, I had fallen for this rogue of a Scottish warrior in a blue and green kilt that matched the color of his green eyes. It all made sense that this was happening to me. I never thought I could bring myself to marry the men that father had paraded in front of me. None of them were special like Eric, the Dunluth Scottish warrior leader. He was different and bold. He was attractive and sexy beyond imagining. I had never been with a man before until our marriage. It was everything I thought it could be and more, but that sensual journey was only beginning for me. But we needed to put our needs and desires on hold until we could deal with my father and the uniting of the clans. I wanted to do what I could to stop the bloodshed between our rival clans that had been going on for centuries. There was no end in sight as one raid on one village resulted in a raid in revenge on the other. It would never end unless we went about it in a different way, our marriage and our children, were that different way.
Now, after we had married we would need to figure out how to address the clash of our clans to find out if our experiment worked. It was a very delicate balance. I balance that we were soon to find out had already been altered.
I had sent a letter to my father informing him of the marriage and my well-being, after the kidnapping. I knew that he and my mother and brother must be in agony over not knowing if I were alive or being tortured. I would not wish that worry on them at all. I wanted them to know that I was alive and well, but more so that I was happy and that the Dunluth clan had only been kind to me and not ruthless as the stories told us they were. However it had been more than a week and we had not heard back from my father. Nor had the rider that we sent to deliver the message return from Ayle. My father was always prompt in all matter at it was unusual to not hear back, even if he only had words of hate and war to say. He needed to know that now I lived with the Dunluth clan.
Our lodge was a long house made of wood and clay. It was very large and possibly the largest in the village which was fitting for leader of the clan. There were several fires burning in the hearths at all times to stave off the Scottish winter chills.
My new husband and I lay in our bed of furs in our lodge. I looked over at him as he slept. His long locks of reddish brown hair and the stubble of beard on his face made him very attractive I watched as his strong chest rose up and down with his breathing. I nestled my body right into the side of his body and ran my hand up and down his chest and stomach.
“Good morning wife. Are you trying to stir me into waking up, because it is working,” he said in a lusty tone.
I giggled at his comment, as we had not stopped making love since our wedding night. It was non-stop and I had fallen deeper and deeper in love with this Scottish warrior. He now had my heart.
Suddenly there was a lot of noise outside. We could hear the villagers shouting something. Eric jumped to his feet and pulled on his kilt and boots and was out the door. I was much slower pulling on my gown over my head and wrapping myself in an animal fur cloak. Eric went outside bear chested but he was a man that always ran hot, as if a fire burned within him. I walked out of our lodge to see the villagers were staring at man approaching the village on foot.
Eric ran out to him and offered help, the man waved his hand as if to say he was fine. When he got closer I could see that it was the rider that Eric had sent out with a letter I had written to my father informing him that I was marrying a Dunluth leader of my own freewill and hoped it would bring peace to the clans. I was worried to see the rider on foot. What had happened to his horse? My heart sank to my stomach at the thought that the people of Ayle, my clan, had met him with hostility. Finally after he had been given water and ale he spoke.
“I never made it to Ayle. I was pushed off my horse by another rider and the letter was stolen from me,” the rider said.
Eric’s face focused with intensity as he said, “Who? Did you see the rider? Was it a warrior from Ayle?”
The rider looked at Eric with sadness and said, “No. It was your brother Erin.”
Eric looked up and to the outskirts of the village where a rock and stone prison housed his bother Erin. He had previously been banished, but when he showed up on our wedding night and attacked Eric he was imprisoned and had remained there. Eric did not trust him to let him loose. Eric stomped over to the prison with anger in his eyes. I followed as well as the villagers.
“Erin! Did you steal the letter the princess sent to her father?” Eri
c yelled at him.
Erin just laughed and then gave Eric a mean look, “Brother it seems your plan will fall apart and I set in motion the first part.”
“What do you mean?” Eric said.
“After I took the letter from your rider, I sent my own letter on another rider. This letter told of the pain and torture the princess was enduring at your hands. There should be an invasion for the princess any day now. I’m sure of it.”
Eric punched the door of Erin’s cell. Then he stomped off to our lodge. I followed him inside.
“What should we do?” I said in a panic. “My father may be coming for me, but my brother Bren is even worse. He is unforgiving and is hotheaded just as Erin is.”
Eric sighed and a look of heaviness weighed him down. I rubbed his back and waited for him to answer. Then I said, “We should go to them. Let us go together you and I, take a few men if you wish but we go in peace. I have to tell them in person that I want this marriage. That I believe in the chance for peace through our union.”
Eric looked at me and then embraced me, “Are you sure? It is a long ride. It could be dangerous. What if they do not agree and demand you stay with them? All sorts of things can go wrong.”
“I know, but we must try before they show up with the clan ready to fight. Then it will be even hard to stop men that are riled up for bloodshed. This way we can catch them at Ayle or meet them before they arrive here.”
“We leave today then?” he asked.
“Yes, as soon as we can.”
Eric kissed me and then pulled back and looked at me in admiration. “I am a lucky man that the princess I stole has such a big heart,” then he kissed me deeply.
“I am lucky too that you are the man you are,” I said in return.
“I will see that the horses and supplies are readied. Bring warm clothes. As a matter of fact bring your brown and white dress as I want them to see that we don’t want you to lose your Ayle identity.”
“Yes, that is a good idea. I will see to it.”
He kissed me again and walked out the door. I could hear him shouting orders. I liked that we were in this together. I felt like a true team with him.
The young woman, Laurel came in to help braid my long hair into tidy tight braids that would last the long ride to Ayle. She helped me to pack food for the journey as taking these sorts of journeys was new to me as I had spent most of my life in a castle. I dressed in a wool white dress and covered my body with animal furs to stay warm. My leather bags were brought outside and attached to my horse. I loved my new horse. She was a white mare with lots of spirit and when she looked at me I felt like we were connecting and understood each other. She was the perfect horse for me. I felt safe riding her, yet I felt like she could bolt into wild abandon if I needed her too. She also complemented Eric’s black stallion horse and they seemed to be coupling together. It was a perfect match for us. The village gathered to send us off. They spread out flowers and lit fires in ceremony for us. They were saying prayers and hoping for our safe return, but mostly they were praying that my father would accept the marriage for peace. I also hoped for that as well. He was a stubborn man however he was a just and fair man. I hoped that my showing up in good shape and exuding happiness would convince him that our marriage and offspring was a possible solution to our problem. I truly believed that it could change the cycle of killing our clans had endured for so long. We rode slowly out of the village with all we needed on our horses. I trust going this way with Eric, as this warrior made me feel safe. I felt like he would protect me because he loved me but also because he had the skill to do it. Growing up around Scottish warrior and fighting clans, there were often lots of boastful warriors. However, Eric didn’t boast and he was the best one that I had ever seen. I loved watching him order the men about shouting in his deep husky voice as he did. He road his horse with a straight back and with skill that seemed like he melted on to the horse. The way he commanded the powerful animal was the way a man can command a dog. The horse listened and responded to his every command, even when he was not holding the reins. His long reddish brown hair blew in the breeze when he rode and I wanted to run my fingers through it every time I saw it. We rode and rode crossing through the hills that went from blue stone to the greenest grass possible. There were lakes that were so blue they looked like polished silver as they reflected the sky above. We rode through forests and then eventually we had gone very far into the border between the land claimed by the Dunluth clan and land claimed by the Ayle clan. It was a dangerous place for a Dunluth and a dangerous place for an Ayle, and here we were two people from both clans with the intent of making our dreams come true. The hope for peace was a big one and it seemed unattainable in these times. The people that were now men had grown up knowing nothing else but raiding. It was the way of life here. I had been raised knowing that raiding was part of what our clan did. Yet, here I was trying to change it and I was doing it for the heart of this Scottish warrior. He was a warrior that had kidnapped me and then kidnapped my heart in the process.
Hours later we were on horseback riding across the bridge over the river. There were four men with Eric and I as he wanted us to be protected but not to look like a threat. We rode across the river and rode for hours over the green fields. Finally at sunset we reached the edge of the moors. The moors were covered in purple heather flowers that turned the green lands, a soft shade of purple and lavender. It was breathtaking and I had spent my childhood running through fields like that. It was what I expected to see. Crossing the moors would take us into Ayle clan country and we wanted to wait until morning to do that. Going under the cloak of darkness and in fog could look suspicious to my people and we didn’t want to make an already risky situation more risky by playing with chance. We could accidently be shot if we were thought to be raiders, which in a sense we were raiders, or at least Eric and his men were. They just weren’t acting as raiders right now at this moment. It was a very complicated situation therefore morning seemed best.
The men set up camp in the form of small cloth and wooden shelters with a leaning wall. They all faced the small fire that they had built so that it absorbed the heat. I pulled out the foods that Laurel helped me pack and I began to work with it.
I set about boiling water in a small pot and added the vegetables and herbs for a hearty stew. It was the least I could do to make the supper while the men had worked hard on the camp and were riding to my homeland just for me. I watched as Eric and the men erected the temporary shelters for us to sleep in. I was turned on watching him give orders once again. Leader fit him well and the men just naturally followed him. He was wise and intelligent. He commanded men with ease but not in a way that belittled them. It was just the right balance of respect and command and this is what the men liked about him. It is also what I liked about him as well.
One man was given orders to eat and go to sleep immediately and he would be awakened in a few hours to take over the night watch into morning. The man did so while the rest of us sat around the fire and watched the sun set into the Scottish moors. The evening air grew colder and Eric pulled me in close. I could feel his breath on my neck. Soon he was bidding everyone goodnight and giving last orders on what is to be done through the night. I crawled into our warm shelter and waited for my husband. I was very nervous about seeing my family and how the clan would react to my kidnaping and then marriage. They had every reason to be furious about it. I knew that my brother Bren would be the most furious. He would take such an invasion as an insult. Eric crawled into the tent and I realized that I had so many questions.
“Eric, that night of the raid. What damage was done to my clan? Do you know?”
“Yes, as far as I know a few fires and no casualties. I gave strict orders not to use fatal blows unless absolutely necessary. We had practiced disarming men and knocking them out with the butts of our swords. We lost two good men in the fight, but none of the men reported that they had caused loss of life as far as they knew. You saw
with your own eyes that we tied up your guard and let him live.”
“That is good. It will be easier to talk to my family then if they are not faced with revenge in their hearts for the most recent raid.”
“Yes, I thought of that exactly, which is why I made sure not to have casualties,” he said.
“And the fire, was it necessary. I’m sure many lost their homes,” I asked.
“We only set fire to the outer wooden fences, not buildings. It was a distraction so that we could sneak up the back of the castle through the cliffs,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said as I kissed him.
“Anymore raid tactics you would like to know or can I do to a wife what a husband does to a wife?” he asked.
“And what might that be?” I said playfully.
“I would be glad to show you,” he said.
He pushed up my dress. His hands spread my thighs apart softly. Then he moved down and pushed his face into my already wet center. I leaned back and propped myself up with my arms on the ground. He trailed kisses all along my inner thighs and then tasted my wetness. He moaned with delight again at how wet he could make me. “You’re so wet, just like the moors.”
I laughed at his comparison and he laughed too and then he went back to licking me.
I raised my leg and propped it on his shoulder. His tongue lightly pressed against my clitoris with burst of pressure over and over until I felt mad with lust. Then he sucked on it gently. I opened my eyes and looked at the gorgeous man between my legs. He was the sexiest Scottish warrior I had ever seen. I wanted to shout with joy. I was surrounded by the beauty and awe of nature of our Scotland. A strong vibrational force melted with us and I had the man of my dreams between my legs.
Every time I was on the brink of climax he would stop and pull away, he enjoyed keeping me on that fine line. Making me beg with my eyes.
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