The Immortal

The Beginning

Scotland 1642

I am a highlander, it's as simple as that. I was born and bred in these Highlands just like my father and his before him. Some traditions never change. Arranged marriages for example they are still around. You want to know how I know? I am being forced to marry not only someone I have never met but someone from a different land. This made me very angry. My parents thinking that they had the right to tell me who I should marry as if I were a child.

I remember it was April and it was raining that day, what else to expect in Scotland in the summer? Today was the day that I would meet and marry my future wife. Needless to say my parents weren't ones for waiting around. After all whenever I tried to convince them I needed to pick my own bride all they would tell me is that their marriage was arranged as well. In other words it was a hopeless cause.

As I walked into the throne room as my parents called it I was expecting the worst. I had no idea where my future wife was even coming from! Why my parents wouldn't at least tell me that detail I had no idea. Just as I went to sit down on the throne the doors to the room opened and there she was. Needless to say I was wrong expecting the worst, she was beautiful. I just stared at her for a moment to make sure that she was not a dream.

"Errol, my dear this is your bride Brighid. She hales from Ireland." My mother tells me as the lady in question steps forward and curtseys.

"It is an honor to meet you your majesty's." is all she says as she keeps her head down for just a moment then lifts it up again to see my mother and father's faces.

I stand up and walk over to her so I could examine her as I would anyone else who entered the room. This however must have made her uncomfortable as she began to fidget with her fingers and focus on either my mother or father.

"Son, your makin the poor girl nervous. Sit down." My father tries to scold me but I just smile as I take my place on the throne again.

I didn't know anything about this girl but just her presence made me bewitched by her. She wasn't very tall but had long beautiful red hair, skin that was the color of milk and eyes that we green as an emerald. No matter what I did I could not take my eyes off her and she was mine. Just that thought alone made me happy.

"Come my dear shall we take a stroll through the gardens? This way you and my son will get a chance to know one another better." My mother tells her as she rises from her throne and walks up to Brighid.

I watch as she nods and starts to follow my mother. After a nudge from my father I rise and start to follow them as well. At this point yes I did like the way she looked but I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know what kind of Queen she would make for my people. Would she be kind and just like my mother? More questions seem to come to my head just as my mother and Brighid turned to me. I saw my mother with that mischievous smile on her face. She was up to something.

"Well, I think I shall go and get something to drink. Errol why not keep our guest company?" My mother asks before she decides to leave even with out me given her an answer.

I look to the woman who just smiles at me. What am I to say to her? I have never been in this situation before and I don't know what to do.

"You have a beautiful garden Prince Errol." Brighid says speaking up to my surprise.

"Oh you like it? My mother loves to spend time out here. There's no need for you to address me by my title either. Just Errol if you please Princess." I tell her as we begin to walk again.

"Well Errol, if I must call you by your name then please call me by mine. Sometimes I grow quite tired of hearing my title more times than my own name." she tells me as we walk.

She's interesting this one. I can't help but smile when we come to a rose bush and she looks over at the flowers in a most endearing way. Would she like it if I gave one to her? Before I can think anything else she looks back at me again.

"The flowers are so beautiful here as well. Roses are my favorite flowers but I prefer the deep red color compared to the pink ones." Brighid says as she smells one of the red roses.

This lass is going to keep me on my feet. I just know it. Somewhere deep down inside of her lies a true queen just waiting for the right moment to be known. A queen that my people will need if and when my mother and father pass on.