The Laird's Angel

The Laird's Angel
In the rugged Scottish Highlands of 1332, Laird Darach MacKenzie rescues a mysterious woman from the clutches of his enemies, the Frasers. But this isn't just a simple rescue; the woman, Caitlin, possesses a strange charm and a hidden past that could either unite his clan or tear it apart. As the Frasers seek vengeance, Darach finds himself battling not only external threats but also the unexpected stirrings in his own heart, complicated by Caitlin's secrets and his own vows never to marry.

The air in the great hall of Gregor MacLeod’s keep crackled with tension. Outside, the Scottish Highlands of 1332 lay in their rugged, untamed beauty, indifferent to the fate of the five Lairds seated before Gregor.

You, Darach MacKenzie, a young man among them, watched as Gregor, a man whose power and will were legendary, laid bare their treachery. The dirk in his hand glinted in the firelight, a silent promise of retribution.

“'Tis my right… to cleave your heads from your necks,” Gregor’s voice was low, dangerous. He spoke of feeding their bodies to his hounds, but offered a different, more profound cost for their failed attack: their sons. One from each clan.

Stunned silence met his declaration, then outrage. You watched as the Lairds reacted – defiance, calculation, weariness. Your own father, Laird MacKenzie, spoke with measured calm, a man you admired for his strength of mind and body. He questioned, but ultimately yielded, like the others.

Gregor’s gaze swept over the Lairds, hard and unblinking. He sealed the pact, placing his hand on the table, followed one by one by the Lairds, their palms covering his. The ache in Gregor’s heart, for his deceased Kellie, eased slightly. For you and the other four sons, your lives were about to change forever, bound together by your fathers' failure and Gregor's will.