Chosen Husband: On Highlander Time book 1

2: How They Met

A man; was sitting in the Great Hall of his keep, he was sitting upon a wood carved throne. Which had carvings of Celtic designs of unity, wolves, and dragons. Placed before a massive wooden looking table. Which had just been cleared off of the food that he had for dinner. But he was still enjoying his Mead that was in his hands.

He had just leaned back against his chair; a great big flash had brightened the huge room of light. It had lasted about a minute, which was chased after by the sound of thunder that shook the keep.

Once it was clear enough for the man to look. He saw a woman lying upon his table; like a sacrificial lamb before a god. She was stretched out at five foot seven. With broad shoulders and wide hips. Along with a set of strong looking legs and a good size arm, but with small hands of a child.

He glanced up towards your face and noticed that she was about twenty-three years of age. The woman had long brown-red hair with copper highlights. She was wearing a sapphire dress with gold Celtic designs around the neck. As well at the end of the sleeves and the bottom of the dress. Along with a white silk looking dress, underneath it.

Then the man noticed a metal band upon the woman's right upper arm. It had a Celtic looking hammer and a lightning bolt, in the background.

The man said, "Child of Thor," under his breath.

The bands that the women wore upon the right arms were family bands. They wear to show off which family that they belong to. He then glanced over to the left arm and sighed in pleasure. There was none shown there and that the woman was not claimed by any man.

Lyra was starting to wake up and notice she was no longer lying on a bed. She wondered if she had fallen off of her bed again because she had felt a hard surface on our back. Like she was lying upon the wooden floor.

She let out a loud moan and her eyes had flicked open, it was when she had noticed that she was no longer in her bedroom. She then looked to the right of her and saw a man, who happened to be standing close to her.

Unlike most women; Lyra ended up letting out a small squeak and tried to scoot away, towards the edge of the table. But the man seemed to have other plans. He reached out and grabbed her with one of his arms around her waist. Keeping her from falling and hurting herself.

The man grumbled; which sounded like a growl to Lyra, "Lay still or you'll hurt yourself."

Lyra sat still. She had noticed that his voice had a deep sounding voice. Making her believe that he sounded almost like a wolf that was able to sound like a human.

She then glanced over to him and saw a man; who was a large man, who looked like he was built for war. He wore a dark brown almost black, leather kilt with a matching vest upon his upper form.

The whole look showed off his strong broad shoulders, thick arms, and legs. But he seemed to be bit thin around the waist. He had brown-red hair. With golden streaks highlights that came down, just past his shoulder blades. He also had a little bit of hair coming from his face.

His eyes were what had gotten to Lyra. He had ice blue eyes with accents of sapphire specs within them. Which made her believe that he had a haunted look within them. To her; she had finally understood what most women would call a God, for he was very handsome.

"Where am I," she asked the man before her.

He seemed lost with her question before he had answered her. She found out that she was at his home. In a place called the Island of Man, which kind of shocked Lyra because she does not remember a place called that. Not even from her time in her high school or her college courses that she was taking.