Violet | British Royal Family|

Violet-Chapter-Fourty-One

7th January 2010

The soft hum of the car's engine filled the air as Prince Nicholas expertly navigated the winding road through the Scottish countryside. Beside him, Violet sat in companionable silence, her fingers intertwined with his, a serene smile playing on her lips. The lush greenery of Scotland whizzed by, and the occasional glimpse of a grazing sheep or a quaint cottage added to the picturesque scenery.

The radio played softly in the background, a soothing backdrop to their journey, but neither of them paid much attention to the music. Instead, their focus was on the road ahead and the anticipation of the weekend that lay ahead.

Violet's gaze was fixed on the passing trees, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the road. It was a tranquil moment, one that allowed them to escape the demands of their royal duties and simply enjoy each other's company.

Nicholas stole a glance at Violet, his heart swelling with affection for the woman beside him. He had chosen this weekend getaway as a chance to create lasting memories together, away from the prying eyes of the public and the responsibilities that came with their roles. It was a moment of respite, a chance to savor their love and the beautiful country they both cherished.

As they approached the cottage, nestled amidst a grove of ancient oak trees, a sense of tranquility washed over them. Nicholas parked the car, and they stepped out, breathing in the crisp Scottish air. The scent of blooming wildflowers and the distant murmur of a babbling brook greeted them.

Violet turned to Nicholas, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined," she whispered.

Nicholas smiled, his love for her shining in his eyes. "Just like you," he replied, pulling her close for a tender kiss.

Hand in hand, they entered the charming cottage, where a cozy weekend of relaxation, laughter, and love awaited them. This was their sanctuary, their private haven where they could be themselves, free from the constraints of their titles and the pressures of the world.

As the evening sun bathed the cottage in a warm, golden glow, Nicholas and Violet settled in, cherishing every moment of their idyllic weekend together in the heart of Scotland.

After a leisurely exploration of the cottage's cozy living area and quaint kitchen, Prince Nicholas and Violet decided it was time to settle into their room. Their hands remained intertwined as they made their way up a narrow wooden staircase, the soft creaking of the steps adding to the cottage's rustic charm.

At the top of the stairs, they found themselves in a small hallway adorned with framed paintings of Scotland's breathtaking landscapes. Violet couldn't help but pause to admire the artwork, her fingers lightly tracing the brushstrokes. "These paintings capture the beauty of this place perfectly," she remarked.

Nicholas nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving Violet's face. "Just like you, my love," he whispered, making her blush and smile.

Their room was at the end of the hallway, and Nicholas gently pushed the door open. It revealed a cozy, inviting space with a large window that framed a postcard-worthy view of rolling hills and a serene loch in the distance. The room was adorned with plaid curtains, adding a touch of Scottish tradition to the decor.

Violet's eyes widened with delight as she took in the charming ambiance. "It's absolutely lovely," she exclaimed.

Nicholas stepped inside with her, closing the door behind them. "I'm glad you like it," he replied, a warm smile on his face. He couldn't have chosen a more perfect place for their weekend escape.