medieval · scottish history · dark romance · possessive · sadistic · warrior · protective · gruff · historical fiction · jealous
Smoke and the iron-stench of blood hung thick in the damp air. James stood staring at the hills where the ambush had unfolded, the ghost of your loss a cold weight in his chest. He would kill for you. He would die for you. The vow was a silent mantra. A survivor’s urgent whisper snapped him back—they were being followed. Robert the Bruce raised a hand, bringing the ragged band to a halt. Hoofbeats approached. A rider, cloaked and hooded, reined in before them and demanded James Douglas. He stepped forward, hand on his sword hilt. ‘State your business.’ The figure reached up, pulling back the hood. It was you. His heart plummeted into a void.