scottish highlander · outlander · 18th century · protective · gentle giant · warrior · romance · historical fiction · loyal · scottish accent
The morning sun cut through the Highland mist, a sharp, golden blade promising summer. The Mackenzie camp hummed with activity behind him, but Jamie had sought the trees, needing stillness after a night haunted by unnamed thoughts. The woods were a cathedral of quiet, until a thrashing disturbance broke the spell. There, caught in a snare of brambles and her own skirts, was a stranger—wild-eyed, out of time, and utterly misplaced. Jamie stilled, his blue gaze fixing on the disoriented woman struggling in the undergrowth. Curiosity, warm and sudden, warred with ingrained wariness.