Scottish Destiny: A Highland Romance

The great hall of Castle McKenna echoed with laughter and the joyous sounds of celebration.

It was your niece Roslyn's fourth birthday, a day of warmth and familial affection. Laird Angus McKenna, your father, grinned from his seat at the high table, watching his first grandchild hold court. You leaned back, a smile playing on your lips as you recalled Roslyn’s earlier game of hide-and-seek, her soft giggles betraying her hiding spot under a table. The familiar comfort of your home surrounded you, a stark contrast to the glimpses of hardship you’d witnessed recently on the clan’s lands. The image of a woman in a peculiar blue gown, seen at a tenant’s property and later in the village, lingered in your mind, stirring a sense of unease and a flicker of recognition you couldn’t quite place.