This
is the last excerpt in the celebration series. I hope you enjoy today’s guest,
Cathy MacRae and her passage from The
Highlander’s Reluctant Bride.
Excerpt:
At a
nod from the priest, Riona stepped forward, and Eaden placed her hand in
Ranald’s. She glanced at him from beneath lowered lashes, her heart racing
wildly.
“Lady
Caitriona, do ye come here of yer own free will and accord, without let or
hindrance, free of all moral and legal encumbrance, to enter into this contract?”
Riona
inhaled a deep breath. “Aye.”
The
priest’s voice droned on, and she and Ranald murmured the correct responses,
pledging their troth.
“Laird
Scott, will ye have Gilda as yer daughter, to act as father and counsel,
granting her all the attendant rights, privileges and responsibilities?”
Riona’s
gaze flew to Ranald. This was not part of any wedding ceremony she’d ever
attended. What was Ranald promising?
He
squeezed her hand reassuringly and motioned for Gilda to approach. Placing his
palm on the child’s shining head, he faced Riona, his gaze compelling her to
listen to his words.
“Aye.
I will offer all this in love and custom, giving her place in law alongside
such other children as may arise from this union.”
Riona
barely heard the challenge from the priest for any to speak who had just cause
to oppose the marriage. Nor could she stop the tears spilling down her cheeks
as she strove to breathe past the lump in her throat. Before their wedding
guests and God, Ranald had pledged to give her daughter all the benefits of his
own children, and to love and provide for her always.
Ranald
leaned close, brushing the back of a hand over her damp cheek. “Dearling, will
ye say yer vows?”
Abruptly
Riona realized the priest was staring expectantly at her and she gathered her
scattered thoughts. She handed her bouquet of heather to Gilda and faced
Ranald, taking both of his hands in hers.
“Ye
are blood of my blood, and bone of my bone.” She lifted her gaze and found dark
blue eyes burning into hers. “I give ye my body, that we two might be one. I
give ye my spirit, ‘til our life shall be done.”
* * *
Ranald
knew he had surprised Riona. By taking Gilda as his daughter, he pledged to his
new wife the lass would never want for a home or honor. He meant also to prove
they both would never lack for love. The trusting, earnest look in her eyes as
she gave him her vows humbled him, and he answered her with a promise of his
own.
“I
pledge my love to ye, and everything I possess. I promise ye the first bite of
my meat and the first sip from my cup. I pledge yer name will always be the
name I cry aloud in the dead of night. I promise to honor ye above all others.
The love we forge will be never-ending and we will remain, forevermore, equals
in our marriage. This is my wedding vow to ye.”
The
priest nodded and continued the ceremony as Ranald faced Riona, Gilda tucked
between them. The lass rested against her mother’s gown, swinging her basket
from one hand, back and forth, watching as petals drifted to the floor.
“Ye
may kiss yer bride.”
“‘Tis
the best part,” he replied softly, drawing an answering smile from her that lit
her eyes. He lowered his head and touched his lips to hers. Riona leaned into
his kiss, and his heart skipped to know she willingly sought him before the enormous
crowd around them.
A
subtle cough from the priest ended their pledge, and they parted, only to turn,
cheek-to-cheek, to face the cheers of their guests.
Ranald
straightened, pulling Riona against his side, a hand on Gilda’s shoulder. “‘Tis
my privilege and honor to introduce ye to my wife and daughter. Together we
invite ye to have a drink,” Ranald stared pointedly at a guest near the
forefront of the crowd who already held a chalice in his hand, “as the tables
are set for the banquet.”
Another
cheer went up and people surged forward, congratulating them with hugs or
kisses for Riona and a clout to the shoulder for Ranald.
The
banquet was quickly readied and everyone found a seat. At Ranald’s left Eaden
stood, raising his goblet in a bid for silence. Gradually the jovial noise
subsided.
“I
would be the first to make a toast. My brother has always been a lucky man, but
he has outdone himself this time.”
He
faced Ranald and Riona. “A thousand welcomes to ye with yer marriage. May ye be
healthy all yer days. May ye be blessed with long life and peace, and may ye
grow old with goodness and with riches.”
“Slainte!”
The cheer rose from every throat as Ranald lifted Riona’s hand and pressed a
kiss to her fingers.
Blurb:
Determined
to keep the Macrory clan’s holdings out of the clutches of the Lord of the
Isles and marauding pirates, King Robert II sends his man, Lord Ranald Scott,
to hold Scaurness Castle. There, Laird Macrory lays dying, awaiting word from
his son who is missing on the battlefields of France. If the son is not found
before the old laird dies, Ranald will take over as laird—and marry Laird
Macrory’s headstrong daughter.
Lady
Caitriona sees no reason she cannot rule the clan in her brother’s stead, and
is bitterly disappointed with the king’s decision to send a man to oversee the
castle and people. Not only is Ranald Scott only distantly related to the
Macrory clan, but he was her childhood nemesis. She has little trust or like
for him.
Her
disappointment turns to panic when the king’s plan is completely revealed and
she realizes she must wed Ranald. Pirates, treachery, and a four-year-old girl
stand between her and Ranald’s chance at happiness. What will it take for them
to learn to trust each other and find the love they both deserve?
