The door’s echo thundered in his ears as it slammed shut, sealing his fate. Hector, a statue of despair, stood there with his eyes closed, his hand clenched around the doorknob, his breath echoing in the silence. As he opened his eyes, tears cascaded down his face, each a silent witness to the tempest raging within. It was the end of everything he held dear. All he had left were shattered dreams and an unceasing love burning inside him. His head hung low, like a wilting flower, unable to escape the harsh reality of his hurtful words to Skye. He ached for the solace of delusion, for the sweet lie that this was but a nightmare, and when he woke up, none of this would have transpired, and Skye would be sleeping peacefully in his embrace.His grip on the doorknob tightened —a lifeline to the past he yearned to rewrite. To storm back, face Skye, and swallow his venomous words of anger, wounded pride, and broken heart.But pride still held him captive; he refused to grant her the victory
But their wish remained unfulfilled. The dawn broke a mirror of the previous day's gloom, the relentless rain a curtain of despair. Skye and Maysie faced the downpour with a mix of dismay and defiance."I don't care," Skye declared. "We will leave today, as planned.""Okay. Should I at least ask Talisha to lend us a castle carriage?"Skye crossed her arms and glared at her. "I refuse to let them track our path.""But we won't tell them to drive us to the bakery; instead, we'll ask them to leave us at the small square or somewhere nearby, and then we'll walk to the bakery."Skye's gaze lingered on the storm outside before nodding. "Fine," she conceded, and Maysie's joy was palpable, a squeal escaping her lips."I am going to find her now and beg her to grant us this concession," Maysie said."Okay," Skye said, "Meanwhile, I'll start packing.""Alright, and when I get back, if you're not done, I'll help you too. I've had mine ready since last night," Maysie said, leaving the chamber.Sk
"H-Hector?" Skye's voice faltered, her heart a drumbeat in her ears."Yes, it's me." his voice was steady, his eyes locked in hers, causing her heart rate to soar. A silent storm brewed in their depths.His changed gaze puzzled her, yet it elicited the same inner pleasant disturbance she felt when he looked at her before all that happened, which alienated them. It evoked memories of when his eyes were a haven of sweetness and light.She had forced her mind to erase the memory of the beauty of that look, and now it felt like the first time, both foreign and achingly familiar.What was unfolding with the man before her?When she saw him standing at her door, she thought he had come to mock her again or to say cruel words, poised on his tongue, ready to be hurled at her like daggers as a goodbye.Their history was a tapestry of misunderstandings and barbed exchanges, a pattern they seemed doomed to repeat.She had braced for mockery and bitter parting words hurled like stones, but the r
Just as she remembered, his lips felt soft, moist, and warm. His kiss was a whirlwind of sensations, and her skin tingled where he touched her.His kiss was gentle, probing.He sought acceptance that she wanted it, too, and craved it as much as he did.That she hadn't run away from him was a positive sign for him. It was the start, and it was the most crucial part.Her lips on his were a unique sensation—like magic, which, until recently, he could only feel in his dreams. Their softness caused a rush of blood through his veins, ending at a specific point on his body at a breathtaking speed.It was a function he couldn't control, and at this particular moment, he wished he could control it so he wouldn't scare Skye or embarrass her.He wanted to go slowly, but his body couldn't obey.His pent-up desire and longing exploded with just a gentle touch of her lips after so many days they were apart.He instinctively moved his lower body away from Skye to conceal his arousal.However, he did
Welcome, everyone, to my new story. I am so happy you decided to join me on this journey. I hope you enjoy it. I want to share some info about the story. 1/ Story is set in the real world of medieval Scotland in 1309 a.c.I am referring to historical settings that existed and maybe still exist. 2/ All my characters are creations of my imagination—even the king.I can't take an actual historical figure and make him into the king that my story needs.It would be unfair to the king himself.For this reason, I created a new king as I needed him. With his whims and oddities and his square judgmentWith his laws, rules, and of course, his Orders. 3/ Mainly, it will be a romantic story, but sometimes there will be violent and bloody battle scenes. I hope all of you enjoy it. And finally, If you like it, please let me know with a comment. P.S. For the readers of "Finding the Heart of Magic," who may also follow me on this journey, I would like to inform them that the story will contin
Eilean Donan Castle (or the island of Donan), Scotland, 18 July 1309 Skye realized he was a new groom-to-be as soon as the door opened, and she saw him standing tall, with his long black hair neatly combed and groomed in his formal clothes. His kilt looked new, vividly highlighting the blue and yellow colors of the clan he belonged to, but Skye couldn't identify which that clan was, and besides, she didn't care at all. She couldn't remember seeing before in her life a whiter white shirt than the one this unknown young man was wearing. On the other hand, her uncle seemed to know him very well as he welcomed him warmly with intimacy, which was something Skye knew well he didn't usually do. Skye headed somewhere out of the way and sighed out of boredom. Another dull and meaningless night awaited her, enduring her uncle and the guest talking about business. She watched them from her corner until she saw her uncle searching the place. Once he tracked her down, he beckoned her over, and
Skye glanced at Lennox to catch sight of his reaction. That was what interested her anyway. The sooner she was rid of his presence, the sooner she would find her peace again.She smirked in triumph at the reddish color the guest's cheeks had taken. He was holding the cup in his hand and twirling it.The uncle abruptly stood up from his chair and looked at Skye with narrowed eyes.Skye prepared to face him, but Lennox stood up."My lord, let's put aside all this. It don't matter at all, and believe me, it don't concern me anyway. You have done an excellent job with the scotch, congratulations," he told him.The uncle looked at him and seemed to calm down. He sat back in his chair."Yes, you are right, Lennox, and forgive me. I don't know what happened to me. I usually don't react like that."Skye brought her cup to her mouth. "Right, not usually, but you always reacts that way uncle" he muttered to herself and took another sip. "How is your father, Duke Cameron?" the uncle asked Lenno
Skye chose to return to the dining room after seeing the servants leave.She made her way with soft steps toward her seat. "Here I am," she said. "I wasn't late, was I?" Added avoiding looking at them. "Oh, dessert is here too. Lovely!" she said, trying to make her excitement sound realistic. Wearing a big smile, she served some of the forest fruits and nuts on her plate. She took a blackberry with her fingers and put it in her mouth. Her aunt turned and looked at her; her eyes opened wide. Skye took the message and picked up her fork."Is everything okay, Skye?" Uncle asked her as he took his cup to drink some of his drink- he wanted to appear calm and that it was a simple question without meaning, but his glance over his cup burned her."Yes, uncle, everything is fine," she replied as she turned her attention back to her plate.Suspicions began to arouse in her mind that the uncle had understood the reason for her absence.But what mattered to her was that the servants would not be