The Age of Knights and Highlanders: A Series Starter Collection

by Kathryn Le Veque

  Once again, Alex came to her, framing her face with his hands. His eyes were void of tenderness but not purpose. “Sending ye home would be a sign of my failure. It isna possible.”

  She dinna step out of reach, but stood there blinking, wondering why. Had the council demanded she be held prisoner? That Alex punish her? “Why?”

  “There’s consequences for everything we say and do, no?”

  “Aye,” she answered shakily.

  “Do ye remember our last encounter here at the loch?”

  She could never forget it. Never. That memory had burned a fresh path from her aching heart to her troubled mind over and over again. Especially since the day she crossed into MacKay territory and discovered the burned village. How she wished to go back and rethink her decision to flee Dunrobin Castle. “Aye.”

  Alex caressed her cheek with his thumb. “We pledged our hearts and souls to one another.”

  “We were young.”

  “We were in love,” he said.

  No. Lust. Passion. Desperate need. Hunger. Anything but love. Seeing him in the sunlight, with his bright, green eyes focused on her, that chiseled jawline, straight nose, his shoulder-length hair, and muscular form—the way his tunic hugged his body, the way his tartan clung to his hips, revealing powerful thighs … that’s what muddled her mind five years ago on a warm summer night. She could see it clearly, smell fresh heather, feel the soft grass underneath her, remember Alex’s warm touch on her face and breasts, the way he pulled her gown up her legs, then parted her thighs with his knee…

  “Let me show ye how much I care, lass, how much I love ye.” He’d whispered those words so tenderly. “I give ye my heart, my body, and soul, Keely Oliphant. Do ye promise to be mine, to honor me with yer life, by being my wife?”

  And she’d uttered aye, her mind and body filled with everything Alex. It had been a mistake – at least she thought so now. “Love and desire are often mistaken for the same thing,” she said.

  He chuckled, and she thrust her hands on her hips.

  “How do ye know the difference, lass? What other man has brought ye to the edge of pleasure like me?”

  She shrugged him off, but Alex wouldna relent, he grabbed her arm again. “Well?”

  “Do ye think ye’re the only man to offer me his love and name?”

  She’d grown to hate his arrogance since she’d been back. But underneath it all, she still saw slivers of vulnerability. A man who had lost too much.

  “Have ye given yerself to another, woman?”

  “That is a private matter.”

  “I disagree,” he growled.

  “Ye wouldna believe me either way. If ye must know, have one of the midwives examine me.”

  “A suggestion I will seriously consider.” He released her.

  She’d like to see one of the MacKay midwives try and get her to lie down on a bed and lift her skirts. Did Alex really believe she’d shame herself by having sex out of wedlock? Honor meant everything to her, as it did Alex. Why were men judged by their character and women judged solely by their virginity?

  “I’d like to return to my room.”

  “And I want ye to stay.”

  She gave up and found a patch of grass to sit on and started to hum her favorite song.

  “What tune is that, lass?”

  She glared at him. How could his mood change so easily? Had he lost his mind? “I doona remember the words,” she lied, “just the melody.”

  In truth, the song spoke of two young lovers who were doomed to marry other people.

  …Her golden eyes are upon me no more.

  Her golden hair no longer feels like silk in my calloused hands.

  Her sweet lips no longer utter my name, but the name of the man her father sold her to.

  A husband who no deserves her.

  A man who I would kill.

  But I ken, I am in her heart—which is worth all the silver and gold in Scotland.

  Worth the blood of my own Highland heart.

  Her memory alone will carry me into the next life,

  Where I’ll stand before the Almighty and ask of him what I know he’ll ask of me.

  Give a reckoning of the man ye were and will be.

  And I’ll say of my golden eyed lass—I am no a man without her—why did ye take her from me?

  And if the Almighty doesna have an answer, I’ll no have one for Him…

  It had stayed with her since the night of her wedding.

  “I am uncivilized,” he admitted as he stooped in front of her. “Prone to rage and jealousy. The idea of another man touching ye, kissing ye…” He dinna finish the thought, but slanted his mouth over hers, testing her willingness to kiss him back.

  At first, it dinna feel right. Alex had no right to touch her. But something burst inside her, a need she’d long denied. One kiss from Alex awakened it again, extracting it from the depths of her heart. She twisted her fingers in his hair, pulling him close. His scent and taste overwhelmed her senses. Could this be the turning point for them? Could their bodies provide the peace she sought between them?

  He broke the kiss. “Ye still want me, lass.”

  Damn him to the darkest depths of Hades. She’d like to slap that self-assured grin off his face.

  She rejected his claim in the harshest way. “I willna turn down a kiss from a handsome man.”

  He offered her a mirthless laugh before he fingered a strand of her hair. “I always loved the color of yer hair, lass. Black as night, the color of sin.”

  She slapped his hand away. “Am I a sin, Alex?”

  “Ye’re a sinner, that much I know.”

  She stood up and brushed the grass from her backside, only too happy to leave him alone. “With yer permission…” She dipped into a curtsey. “I’d like to go inside.”

  Something dangerous flickered in his eyes as he straightened. “Do ye know what I do with headstrong women?”

  “Alex…”

  Keely turned and found Jamie standing a few feet away. The man had saved her from further humiliation.

  “I asked ye to leave us alone,” Alex seethed.

  “The council,” Jamie said. “They wish to speak to ye, now.”

  “Magairlean!” he cursed.

  “I am sorry,” Jamie offered.

  “I will go, but stay with Keely. She may take the air or return to her chamber.”

  “I am glad our conversation is over,” she called after him, unable to resist the chance to needle him once more.

  He spun around. “Which part, lass? When ye misconstrued love for lust?”

  She could feel her face flush. Why did he have to repeat such intimate details in front of his cousin?

  “There is only one thing ye need to know, Keely. At nightfall, ye are to be delivered to the great hall where a marriage ceremony will take place.”

  Her heart thundered. “Who is getting married?”

  Alex raised his eyebrows. “Do ye need to ask?”

  “Tis my right to know if I’m expected to attend.”

  Alex eyed Jamie, then looked back at her. “Ye’re the bride, Keely.”

  Frustration and confusion collided inside her, and she stumbled as if something heavy had struck her in the chest. The air around her grew thick. When he had threatened her with marriage, she thought it a ruse. “Why?” He couldna do it. “Ye will not force me to wed anyone. I want to go home.”

  “Look around ye, lass. This is home. Not Dunrobin Castle, and surely not yer sire’s house. Ye’re a MacKay, and by God, ye’ll die one.”

  Her body shook uncontrollably, and then her legs gave out. “Nay,” she managed to squeak before everything went black.

  Chapter Eleven

  Alex caught Keely before she hit the ground. He carried her to the rocks and sat down, balancing her on his lap. “Foolish lass,” he said gently, smoothing stray hairs back from her face.

  “Why do ye toy with her?” Jamie asked, looking far more concerned about Keely than Alex f
elt. “Ye dinna tell her the whole truth?”

  “I was about to, before ye showed up.”

  “Ye kissed her.”

  “Why were ye lurking in the shadows?” His question came hard and quick.

  “I dinna want to disturb ye.”

  “Well, ye did.” Alex said, gazing at Keely’s motionless form. “The she-devil ran out of strength finally.”

  “Keely isna what ye claim her to be, Cousin.”

  “If I require yer opinion on the matter, I’ll ask for it.”

  “I’ll speak freely with ye, Alex, or not at all. Is it worth all the trouble? Torturing the lass, yerself?”

  “I dinna start this,” Alex spat. “She did. John did.”

  “And Laird John paid dearly for his part. He’s dead and buried. Will ye sacrifice the woman ye love to satisfy yer sick need for revenge?”

  Alex burned to settle the argument with fists not words. But Keely … he couldna put her down. “Enough!” He dinna love Keely. That much he knew. But he did feel something for her…

  Jamie held his hands up in mock surrender. “As ye command, milord.” His cousin’s words were thick with sarcasm.

  “Tread carefully in the future, Jamie. Now why are ye here?”

  “The council is waiting for ye.”

  Another opportunity for Mathe to preach to him about his lack of morals, or for Father Michael to advise him on how to save his soul? Alex had done his penance by accepting the lairdship. The council existed at his pleasure. A tradition generations of MacKay lairds had honored. The people deserved representation, and if anyone had a concern, they could reach out to a council member who, in turn, would present the issue to Alex. But if they continued to abuse their power, Alex would dissolve the council.

  “Ye should take her inside,” Jamie said.

  Alex nodded and tapped her cheek. “Keely? Can ye hear me, lass?” She dinna move. “Keely?”

  “Let me take her,” Jamie offered.

  “Wait.” Alex gave her a gentle shake, but there was no response. “When did she have her last meal?”

  “I doona know exactly.”

  In truth, Alex never meant for this to happen, to shock her into submission aye, but never to physically harm her. For a brief moment, he felt unbelievably close to her, as if the last five years of bitterness had melted away and the old Keely he loved and trusted was there. “She’s exhausted and hungry. Take her abovestairs and stay there. I’ll send Leah with food and some water. She’s had an emotional shock.”

  Jamie collected her, cradling her in his arms. “She’s yer wife, Alex. When will ye treat her as such?”

  “There will be no mistaking what she is to me once we consummate this marriage. I canna change the law, Jamie. But I willna pretend to love the woman who betrayed me and dishonored the clan by abandoning John on their wedding night.” How many times did he need to repeat himself? Everything he did was justified. Keely would learn the hard way. She would pay for her misdeeds.

  “Did ye ever think Keely felt something in her heart, that deep inside she knew it wouldna be right to bed yer brother?”

  “How could she? I dinna know anything about the law until Petro told me.”

  “Not direct knowledge, ye dolt.”

  “Would it change anything?”

  “If I were in yer position, aye. The lass did what her sire commanded, what yer father made her do. She’s innocent. A political pawn in a long history of alliances made through arranged marriage.”

  Alex rejected his explanation. “I recognize my father’s role, Jamie. But her guilt is of a different nature. We were promised to each other. And instead of trusting me, she sent me away. Do ye know how many years I’ve suffered wondering about what happened? Why the lass rejected me?”

  “So ye finally admit that ye love her.”

  “Loved,” Alex emphasized.

  “That’s shite,” Jamie challenged him, again.

  Alex growled with disapproval. “Watch yer tone, cousin.”

  Alex secretly envied a man like his cousin. Jamie’s father was Alex’s uncle. Aye, he was the next in line for the lairdship, but he’d grown up without the pressure of being a laird’s son. “My relationship isna yer concern. Keeping Keely safe is.”

  “Just yesterday ye demanded I marry the lass. I pity the girl. For she doesna know what man will be waiting for her in the great hall. I am sure once she finds out, yer marriage bed willna be as pleasurable as ye think. Ye’re a fool to take advantage of her.”

  “Take her away,” Alex dismissed him.

  Jamie did as he was told, leaving Alex alone.

  Curse it all. Alex dinna like feeling trapped. But he was. And no matter how appealing that trap was, he still wished to be on his ship. Happiness would be reserved for their bedchamber, found only in their mutual pleasure.

  His father and mother had shared a loving relationship, but after birthing two children, his da sought comfort elsewhere. Alex would have none of it. He’d ride his beautiful wife every night until she admitted she still loved him.

  And once she was with child, he’d return to Constantinople. Fate had him by the bollocks, but he’d fight back. He tucked the treasured missives in his tunic and walked back to the keep.

  Once seated at the high table with the council, Alex eyed Petro with curiosity. What had the scholar revealed to his captains?

  “Thank ye for coming, Alex,” Mathe said. “We are encouraged by what Petro has told us.”

  “And what is that?” Alex asked.

  “Ye’re already wed to Keely Oliphant. No man can undo what the Almighty has sanctioned.”

  Alex chuckled. “What if I disagree?”

  Mathe shot him a look of disgust and crossed himself. “Do ye accept the laird’s chair? Will ye lead Clan MacKay with honor? Provide protection, administer justice, and walk in faith with God? Give us an heir?”

  Alex looked from one captain to another. All good men, all trusted advisers to his father. Jamie was the most inexperienced. Something his father had insisted on years ago, keeping a younger man on the council. Everyone must be heard, his father had said.

  “I accept. And tonight, a wedding will take place. Spare no expense or effort. I doona wish my lovely bride to mistake her wedding for a simple celebration. She must know what is expected of her. Clan MacKay has a new laird and lady.”

  The council and Petro applauded.

  Fools. If they only knew what Alex had given up, how many of his dreams had been stripped away in the few days he’d been home. As he stood, the members surrounded him, offering congratulations. Alex graciously received their well wishes. He needed all the blessings he could get.

  Petro embraced him, slapping his back. “A wise decision. And as all of these fine men have done, I, too, pledge my life to you, Alexander.”

  “Good,” Alex said. “Take five men and ride to the beach. Bring my warriors home. I wish them to stay in the Highlands.”

  “Even Nasim, Kuresh, and Cyrus?”

  “Especially them.”

  “Alex…” Petro started. “Few from this part of the world have set eyes on men from Constantinople. I am from Italy and stand out.”

  “I doona care. They are essential to my success.”

  “They are slaves.”

  “Nay,” Alex said. “They are freemen as of today. I will reward their loyalty with lands and wives.”

  Petro approved of his choice and bowed. “As ye wish, Laird Alex.”

  Hours after her conversation at the loch with Alex, Keely flatly refused to eat a bite or to allow Leah to help her into the beautiful gown meant for her wedding. “I’d rather starve to death and have birds peck away at my innards than marry a man I doona know.”

  The maid sighed. “If I could help ye escape, I would, Lady Keely. But Laird Alex has doubled the guard at yer door and around the keep. I believe he intends to make sure ye fulfill yer duty this time.”

  “This time…” she mocked, not meaning to slight Leah. “I am
sorry. Tis nothing against ye.”

  “I understand.”

  “I am tired of men deciding where I can go and what I must do.” She sat on the edge of the bed, gazing across the chamber to the hearth. “Men are more destructive than fire, the source of all the misery in the world.”

  “Do ye really think so?” Leah crawled behind her with a comb, sat down, and began to smooth the tangles out of her curls. The lass had gentle hands.

  “Is there any other creature on God’s earth that can so easily crush ye?”

  “I-I doona know, milady. I’ve never considered such things.”

  “Think of the oppressed and suffering.”

  “Is that what ye consider yerself?”

  A fair question. Keely scooted out of reach, hugging her center, contemplating an honest answer. When had life in the Highlands been easy for anyone? At least she was the daughter of a prosperous laird and clan. She’d never gone a day without food or shelter. There were always clean, warm clothes and shoes for her to choose from. Servants did her bidding. Guards protected her. Nay, she’d misspoken out of anger.

  “Forgive me, Leah. I am fortunate. War is the fault of men. And the innocents who get killed or displaced as a result of their violence are the true victims of oppression and suffering.”

  Leah nodded. “Aye. Laird John always welcomed those without a home—cared for the sick and helpless—fed and clothed orphans—and never mistreated his servants. Some men are kind and gentle. I hope Laird Alex will be the same.”

  Keely swallowed the less-than-favorable opinion she had of Alexander MacKay. Why destroy the lass’ hope? In all fairness, Keely couldna say what kind of laird Alex would be; she could only judge him based on the way he’d treated her. But there were reasons for his actions. Good reasons. Things she must accept responsibility for. And John, too. They’d both failed Alex in the worst way imaginable. Did it come as any surprise that he despised her? Tears burned her eyes.

  “Lady Keely?” Leah squeezed her shoulder. “I willna let anyone harm ye.”

  Keely sniffled. “Thank, ye. Ye’re the only friend I have here.”

  “In time,” the maid offered, “the other women will acknowledge how good ye truly are.”

  “Let us talk of something else. No one has told me what man I am expected to marry.”