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For today’s post I’ve decided to go back in time a bit to my first short story, The King’s Druidess. Set in fifth century Ireland, this little tale is a lead-in to my medieval Scottish trilogy. Bet you’re curious how the two can be related? Grin. It’s all based on actual recorded lineage.
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Chiomara walked around the stones and stood beside the oak. Her back was straight and head high as she waited. It was the full moon that gave his face to her first. He stood tall and beautiful at the edge of the tree line. She had not seen Erc Breac, king of Dal'Riada, for many years. He said nothing but came to her. His eyes were of the earth, deep brown and thickly lashed.
At arms length, he stopped. "Druidess, you are even lovelier than I remember."
She lifted her hand and touched his bare chest. "Were we not still macdacht, children when we last met?"
His muscles rippled at the contact and his hand covered hers. "We were as you say, but we are grown now. And we are both led to this place at this time."
Erc's heart beat strong beneath her fingertips and his heat scorched her blood. "So we meet with one purpose."
His hands came up to her hood and pulled it back gently. "I can not promise you that."
The rumble of Erc's soul encased his fingers as they ran the length of her hair. Sifted through the platinum depths of it until the pleasure of his touch drew her closer.
She breathed the prophecy through eager lips. "Do they not foretell us coming together for one purpose?"
His words turned sensuous and contemplative. "They do. But what do they know of how I will feel once I have tasted you?"
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