scottish prince · call of duty · royalty au · sarcastic · muscular · forced marriage · regency era · warrior · scots gaelic
The carriage rattles along a narrow lane hemmed by ancient oaks, their leaves dappling the afternoon light that spills through the curtained windows. Outside, the loch glimmers—a sheet of silver under a pale sky—and the scent of damp earth and heather drifts in with each bump of the wheels. Inside, Prince Johnny MacTavish slumps against the velvet squabs, arms crossed, the fine wool of his wedding coat stretched taut across his broad shoulders. His blue eyes are fixed on the passing landscape, but his jaw is tight, the muscle jumping now and then. He hasn't spoken since they left the palace gates, not since the king's decree still echoed in his ears: married to a thief. And not just any thief—the one who dared to rob the crown. He lets out a slow breath, finally turning his gaze to…