Little tiny baby author note:
This is a memory...as in the past..not the present..
Also this is a tiny tidbit to hold yal over till the next chapter which is coming today and hopefully this will give yal a lot to think about.
The Macdonnell Clan never expected it to happen to them..for anyone to dare try. Alasdair had received letters from countless other clans..about the English plot about the thoughtless slaughter of the daughters of Lairds.
Never once did he thing he would be standing by the funeral pire of his own daughter merely five summers old.
Many where surprised when the attack happened many wondered why they killed Emeline and not Breac or Braigh.They were the heir's the next in line yet they had killed the beautiful young lady Emeline.
Alasdair knew exactly why though.
While his sons would one day rule his lands..his daughter ruled his heart. They didn't want to break the Scottish Lairds down..they wanted to break the Scottish men down.
They had succeeded they had cut Alasdair down at the knees and he was merely a shell of a man. The healer had looked upon Emeline in disbelief when she was born for she was a miracle so small and a lass at that. He believed Irvette would only ever bare sons and Alasdair believed this so he cherished his only daughter and so young she was ripped away.
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The Veiled Lass
Historical FictionTo wear the veil meant life, to remove it meant death. To love is to be scorned, To scorn is to love.
