Protection By Her Deceptive Highlander (Iron 0f The Highlands Series Book 5) by Emilia Ferguson

Author:Emilia Ferguson [Ferguson, Emilia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Ancient Civilizations, Historical Scottish-Irish Romance, Historical Romance, Women's Fiction, Regency & Victorian Era, 17th Century, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Medieval & Ancient World, Thrillers & Suspense, Mystery & Intrigue, Protection & Safety, Action & Adventure, Dangerous & Deadly, Romantic Suspense, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Highlander, Rough & Tumble, Fantasy, Lifetime Love, Clean Romance, Romantic Schemes, Mysterious Scottish Highlands, Dark Ages, Beautiful & Feisty, Iron 0f The Highlands Series
Publisher: Emilia Ferguson
Published: 2020-02-19T05:00:00+00:00

The Decision

Brodgar walked across the courtyard, glancing up at the sky overhead. The day was dark and it looked as if it would rain any moment. Not, he thought with a wry smile, that raining would be a surprise. It always rained around here, though mostly it would be dry by mid-afternoon and then the clouds would blow straight back in again.

“Lord Brodgar!” a man called. Brodgar turned around, one brow raised, and noticed a man he distantly remembered. He was a master at arms at the castle, though he was not that much older than Brodgar himself. He lifted his arm and waved.

“Lennox!”

“Milord!” The man grinned and shook his hand. “It’s good to see you. Where have you been?”

Brodgar pulled a face. He hadn’t meant to make a point of where he had been – joining the rebellion in a castle which seemed at best undecided, and at worst pro-Edward, seemed a bad idea.

“I’ve been in places I’d best not have been in,” he said with a grin.

His master-at-arms nodded. “I understand, milord. Are you going to join us later? His lordship insists we keep fighting fit. Fighting fit,” he repeated, nodding slowly.

Brodgar frowned. He glanced down at his own body, which was as firm and muscled as it had been when he set out from the castle, if not more so. He lifted his eyes to the man’s face, a questioning look.

“I only meant, sir, that you’re not training with us as regularly, and, well, his lordship will know of it.”

“I’ll start now,” Brodgar said with a shrug. Part of him felt stung that the older fellow seemed to have forgotten his skills – if anything, Brodgar was better than he had been when he left those months ago. He carried his bag over to the corner of the yard – he had been bringing a sack of clothing down to the laundry – and chose a sword randomly from the pile in the corner.

“Sir, we only start in half an hour,” the older man said, giving him a cautious glance. “His lordship…”

“I seem to need the practice, though,” Brodgar said, still feeling a bit offended. “So, shall we start warming up before the others arrive?”

His master at arms looked uncomfortable, but agreed. “As you wish, sir.”

Brodgar nodded and drew the sword. Where, once, it would have felt like something special, it was ordinary now – something he did every day. It was natural for him to take the stance and he watched as his adversary appraised him, clearly surprised by the changes he saw.

Brodgar smiled grimly. He had become a better fighter since he left here – having to do it every day, and mostly in real attempts to save his life – was not something to discount when it came to improving his skills. He watched how his adversary took his own stance, looking somewhat less blithe than he would have a month ago.

Brodgar waited for him to make the first charge. He did, lifting the sword and stabbing it forward.

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