The Scottish Princess

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We headed to the MacKintosh dwelling fully surrounded. Graham had decided that we needed a full guard from now on. He had also decided that I would not be allowed to make any decisions by myself. I expected him to be furious with me, I thought he was going to lock me up tight and throw away the key, but he was more grateful for me being alive. He told me that it would be a while until he would touch me in that way. I had lots of bruising and tearing, cuts and scraps, he looked at me like I was a fragile Porcelain doll.

I held on tight to his chest as we crossed the valley, we were heading west, towards the harbor. Graham had gotten word that Callan was doing much better than at the beginning of the week. Callan was being transported to MacKintosh territory, he had no idea that we had gotten Fiona back. 

I begged Graham to let me go with the guard to see Fiona but he denied me time and time again. I wanted to see Fiona for myself, I needed to know that she was alright. Graham dressed me quickly and escorted me off to the horses, he didn’t want me near the bloodshed, I had seen enough the last couple days. He held me tight and kept kissing me, it’s like he couldn’t get enough of me. 

I felt so ashamed of my actions this past week, when I tried to tell him about it, he shut me down. ‘Prìpeil, please don’t. I know that you didn’t have a choice, all is forgiven my love. You did what you had to do to survive, that’s all.’ 

I kept getting colder and colder, and my stomach started to rumble. Graham grabbed some food out of the ruck sack in one of the wagons and gave me some bread and jerky to nibble on. For some reason, my stomach started to curdle, I think it was from not eating for a few days. 

Graham started to rub my back as I purged on a near by tree. ‘It’s makes me furious how poorly he treated you. I can’t wait to get you home so you can rest.’ I tried to wave him off, I hated when he worried about me, I made these decisions, I have to accept the consequences.

“I’m fine my lord, my body is just not used to the sustenance.”

We waited for a while longer until we heard more yelling coming from inside the castle walls. We heard shouting from Angus, “My lord, we got her! We need to leave post haste!” Graham turned to me.

“Time to go.” He hoisted me up onto Fergus before turning back towards the screams. I watched in horror as I saw Angus with his arms around her shoulders. There was a blanket covering her head to shield her from the wind. I wanted to cry, I wanted to desperately see her face. I was frozen in shock, I couldn’t move or speak, I wanted to hug her, cry with her, and assure her that she was safe now. Angus tucked Fiona into the wagon towards the end, I couldn’t crane my neck too much farther. Graham grabbed my hand, 

“There will plenty of time for hugs when we get to safety, right now we need to get the f**k out of here.” I sucked in my lips and tried to conceal my tears, I nodded my head as the rest of the guard sprinted to their horses. Graham climbed up behind me and dug his heels into Fergus’s sides and we took off into the night.

Once we were far enough away I started bouncing up and down, I wanted to see Fiona, I know that our safety was most important, but I needed to see her. 

“Are you anxious prìpeil?” I turned my head around to look at him

“Yes please my lord, I’m going crazy. I need to know that she’s okay, she’s probably so scared right now. Can I just ride in the wagon with her, please?” Graham sighed, he knew that he wasn’t going to win this fight. He held up his hand to halt the procession. 

I was off the horse before he could help me down and I took off to the wagon. I gasped when I saw the dried blood and bruises on her face. She was sitting in the far corner of the wagon with her knees pulled up to her chest. She was staring out in front of her, her eyes weren’t in focus, she must have gone somewhere dark. Her knuckles were white and all the color had drained from her cheeks. I cautiously reached out my hand and touched the top of her knee. It took her a moment to realize that it was me, tears sprang to her eyes when she focused on my face. She let her knees drop and she outstretched her arms for me. I crawled in next to her and wrapped her in a hug. We both started sobbing as I rocked her back and forth. I was kissing her hair and rested my chin on top of her head as we continued to cry. I was so relieved to have her back in my arms, she was safe and we were together. 

Fiona and I sat in the back of the wagon intertwined. The sun had just begun to rise, neither of us had gotten any sleep last night. We sat up and talked about what had happened. She told me that their fleet was ambushed when they were halfway through Frazier land. Isaac had lined everyone up and threatened to kill every last person unless she willingly gave herself up. With our similarities, she of course gave in and went with Frazier, she couldn’t stand watching the blood shed that would ensue. 

She said that Isaac tricked her, even after she went with him, he had his men beat Callan to death, they left him behind to die, her voice was horse from all the screaming. Isaac locked Fiona up down in the dungeons. He beat her and starved her, luckily, he didn’t touch her. He explained that he didn’t really want her, he just wanted some bait that he knew that I would take. Isaac had Fiona for a full week before he found me. Fiona told me how scared she was, but not for herself, she was scared for me. Fiona knew that I would take the bait and come for her, she was scared for what he would do to me. 

She was getting anxious the closer we got, she was already so connected with Callan that she longed to see him. They had only been together for a couple days before Frazier and his men broke them apart. She was so focused on seeing him again, that it was the only way that she was able to survive the torture. 

We were able to find a secluded spot to make camp for the night, we were about halfway to MacKintosh, we would be there by mid afternoon tomorrow. I refused to leave Fiona’s side, we were going to share a tent tonight. This was not like the other sleepovers that we’ve had before, this one was filled with nightmares, cold sweats and screaming, neither of us were going to be the same after this. Fiona’s innocence and sense of humility had wavered quite a bit the last couple weeks, she was no longer the sweet, quiet mouse, she was a ferocious lion. She told me that she vowed to herself that nothing like this would ever happen again, she was going to learn how to defend herself and stay strong to her new mind set. Fiona was forever changed, I just hope that it’s a positive one. 

Graham popped into our tent the next morning just after sunrise. 

“Prìpeil, we need to leave in a little while.” I looked over at Fiona who was still fast asleep, I returned my gaze to Graham

“My lord, may be go for a short walk?” Graham beamed at me before reaching down to help me up. 

“I will have Angus come stand watch while we’re gone.” I nodded as I stepped out into the sunlight. I wrapped my cowl around my shoulders and quickly buttoned the top. I curled in close to Graham’s chest as we walked farther away from camp. I knew that I only had to pee, but I was no way comfortable going by myself, and I know that neither was Graham.

“My lord, I have a question.” 

“Mhmm.”

“What will happen with Frazier now?” He seemed pretty curious that I was worried about the fate of Frazier. 

“Well, we have certain laws in place to protect retaliation with the clans, it took us a long time to get to a peaceful state with each other. We have made the necessary steps to ensure that everything is fair. As much as I would like to slice his head from his body, I know that it would only bring dishonor and discord to our clan. Unfortunately, that means that that fucker gets a far trial and it could last up to an entire year before his execution.”

I shuddered at the thought of him possibly escaping and coming back for me. Graham noticed the change in body language. 

“Do not worry prìpeil, I will ensure that he is no where near us, you have lived through enough trauma.” 

Graham stopped us in the middle of the trees and pressed his forehead against mine. 

“I was so scared that I had lost you forever, I will never take that risk again. You are safe with me, I will never leave you again, I expect you to do the same.” I turned up towards his face and he pressed his lips against mine. His arms tightened around my shoulders and I pressed my cheek into his chest. 

“I promise my lord, I will never do anything like that again.”

“Thank you prìpeil, I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

When we got back to camp, I returned back to the tent to relieve Angus. I had just got inside when Fiona woke up screaming and grabbing at her chest. I rushed over to her and pulled her close to me.

“Shh, everything is all right, I’m right here. You’re safe, we’re almost home.” I tried to soothe her as best as I could. After a few minutes, her breathing had returned to normal and she had finally calmed down. But Fiona’s spark was gone, she was shut down. You could see the trauma all over her face and the hurt in her eyes. “What happened?” She shook her head at me, she didn’t feel like talking. I pushed us up off the ground, wrapped my arm around her shoulder and led her over to the wagon. 

We had gotten back on the road shortly after we loaded up, we only had about a half a day’s trip until we got to MacKintosh. Graham wanted to rest for a few days before heading home. I wasn’t going to argue, I wanted a hot bath and some food in my belly. My nausea had subsided quite a bit, now that I wasn’t under as much stress. But I did notice how sore my bones and muscles were, my breasts had even started to hurt and I wasn’t sure why. I did still have a lot of neck and chest bruising so that was probably why. 

When we pulled up to the gates, the village was a buzz about their lady returning home. Graham decided to keep her covered up, this was the first time that they would be meeting her, and she needed rest before she had a welcoming committee. 

Graham led us to the side entrance and snuck us through the kitchen, we headed straight upstairs towards Callan’s room, we all wanted to check in on him. He was sitting up in bed with parchments laying across his lap. He hadn’t even noticed that we came in, he looked ragged, he carried so much stress in his shoulders and his bruising was still healing. He had a large gouge in his eyebrow and his arm was in a sling.

“Hey you really shouldn’t be working, it’s bad for your health.” Callan looked up from his lap and was about to smile at his joke before he saw who else was in the room. Graham and I took a step aside so he had clear eyesight to Fiona. 

Fiona had tears in her eyes and her breathing hitched as she stepped further into the room. She started walking slow at first but got quicker when she got halfway through the room. She ran to the side of the bed and sat down on the edge next to Callan’s good arm. He reached up and caressed her cheeks as tears were streaming down his face. They looked so happy and in love, which seemed impossible because they’ve only known each other for a few days. But then I realize how much in love I am with Graham, anything is possible. 

Graham leaned over to me and whispered into my ear,

“Come one prìpeil, let’s give them some privacy.” I nodded my head and we snuck back out into the hallway, they won’t even know that we were gone. 

Graham reached down and held my hand as we walked towards our room, Callan had arranged everything. Once Graham and I were settle, he sent for a basin.

“We need to get you cleaned up, and I want to assess your marks.” I was nervous for him to see the imperfections on my skin, it was only going to make him more angry. Graham stripped his shirt off and tossed it aside before helping me undress. He went nice and slow as to not disturb my injuries. I have longed for his touch on my skin, so much so that as he traced my arm, I got a clenching feeling in my belly. I tried to tell my body to calm itself, as much as I wanted to, I knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea. He reached down for the hem of my chemise and lifted it up over my head. He started to tear up as he looked over my bruises, he planted a chaste kiss on top of each one.  

He nuzzled in close to me and closed his eyes. “I’m so sorry prìpeil, I promise that you will never have marks like this again.” He caressed the side of face and kissed my forehead. Little sparks of desire lit up my skin, I suddenly felt energized. I reached up and started to trace his abs with my finger. I looked up at him through my long lashes and smirked at him. He took a step back instinctually. “Oh no prìpeil, as much as I want to, your body is not ready for that yet.” I puckered out my bottom lip and batted my lashes. I could see the playful frustration settle into his face. I knew that I shouldn’t push him on this but I couldn’t stop my urges. I pressed my breasts into his chest and placed my head under his chin. I planted kisses along his collar bone as my hand migrated south, under his kilt. He was ready and waiting for me just as I was for him. 

“Prìpeil, you need to stop, you are in no shape for anything that I want to do to you. Let’s wash first and then we’ll talk.” I pouted my lips and nodded my head. There was a knock on the door so Graham tossed me a robe before allowing the staff to enter. 

Two large men came in carrying a large copper basin, there were a couple ladies maids that followed in after with some tea, biscuits and fragrances for the bath. There were so many of them, it didn’t take them long to fill the basin with piping hot water. Graham held onto me as we watched the procession. Once they finished they left us alone once more. Graham led me over to the basin and helped me step inside. It took my skin a minute to adjust to the steam, but it felt incredible. I slowly sunk down to the bottom and crossed my legs in front of me. Graham carefully climbed in behind me and cradled my hips with his thighs. I leaned back against his chest and sighed heavily. 

“What’s wrong prìpeil?”

I waved him off, “Nothing my lord, I’m just perfectly content.” Graham leaned forward slightly and kissed behind my ear.” Graham picked up the loofah sponge and dunked it under the water. When he brought it back up he lightly dragged it across my skin, he did a few more rotations over my breasts, making them stand at attention. I felt him smile in my ear as a small moan escaped my lips. I closed my eyes as he continued to caress my soapy body. 

“I knew that you couldn’t resist.” A small smile spread across my lips as Graham kissed my ear.

“You know that you are irresistible to me, I just have to try even harder to behave myself.”

I felt his hands go under the water and trace the outline of my hips and lifted me up just enough so he could slip into me. I let out a slow moan as I felt him fill me.

“Does this hurt?” I closed my eyes and shook my head. 

“Mmm.” I let out a satisfied sound as I slipped down to the hilt.

Graham reached his hands up and cupped my breasts as he rocked his hips, doing long, slow strokes. I couldn’t help the moans that escaped me. I felt every inch of his c**k as he moved nice and slow. I leaned forward slightly so I could brace my hands on the bottom of the tub. Graham released my breasts and grabbed tight to my hips as we moved as one. 

“Do you like that prìpeil?” 

“yes, my lord.” I answered breathlessly. Graham picked up his speed and depth making my body shudder with each impact. I could feel myself start to clench and nerves began to explode one by one. I was getting louder and louder with each stroke, I was on the edge of my climax. Graham reached down and started playing with my swell spot. I started to see stars and I felt my body release. I was spiraling down, my muscles were constricting and I was panting. I heard Graham curse behind me as he emptied himself into me.

I collapsed against his chest as I waited to catch my breath. 

“Feel better prìpeil?” I smiled in a daze as I came back down to reality. 

“Much better, thank you my lord.” I closed my eyes and melted into his body. I was lost in his touch and his warmth, I never wanted to leave his arms again.