My Highlander, My Love, Part Three:Forbidden Love, The Greatest Love Story Ever Told.

The Beastly Warrior

The Druidess turned many heads as she walked among the crowds searching for her soulmate. She was a raving beauty and not a single warrior who laid eyes on her would argue that. Camille's plump lips curled into a smile, tonight she will lay in the arms of her warrior, and she will tell him that she has left Lennox forever to become his wife. Her heart melted as she envisioned herself wed to Patrick and giving birth to his children.

As the princess walked around searching for her warrior, deep in thought she was that she failed to notice a few men who were following her until one of them stepped in front of her. "You seem lost, can I assist you in anyway?" He asked her, as he grabbed his huge shaft from the outside of his kilt and shifted it to the other side.

Camilles eyes widen with fear, two more warriors appeared and blocked her from moving forward. "Please, I'm not looking for any trouble, go away!"

"Go away?" The biggest of the three warriors raised his eye brows and looked at the Warriors who were standing next to him.

"You think you can just snap your fingers and we shall disappear just like that?" Said the blonde haired, beastly looking man to the left.

"Please sir, step out of my way and let me pass!" But looking at the warriors, Camille knew that they were not going to leave her alone. Glancing around, the princess knew that soon sooner or later someone will recognize her as the princess of Lennox. Not wanting her identity to be revealed before she had a chance to talk to Patrick, she lowered her voice and pleaded, "please, I will reward you handsomely if you leave me alone."

The three warriors threw their head back and roared with laughter.

"How dare you laugh at me!" She yelled angrily, "step aside or I will call for help and then we shall see who will be laughing!"

"Who will help you my fair lady, you don't have a chaperone!" The shorter of the two said and all three of them roared with laughter once again.

Mustering up all her courage, Camille prepared to run the other way, but one of the Warriors grabbed her by the arm. "Where do you think you are going!" He growled angrily.

"Let me go!" She cried, and tried to pull herself away from his grip. The warrior tightened his hold on her and slammed her against his muscled chest. Camille could smell the liquor on his breath and almost puked with disgust. "Let me go!"

Lowering his head, the warrior stuck out his tongue and glided it over the princess's cheek. Camille would have screamed out loud, but something was poking her up her arse. It was his shaft!

Anger claimed her that she had put herself in this position, and with all her strength she stomped her foot over his and caught the warrior off guard, and he loosened his hold on her, and those thirty seconds was all she needed to free herself from his hold.

"Bastard!" She yelled, and slapped him hard across his bearded face.

The warrior turned blue with anger, and decided to teach her a lesson she will never forget. Grabbing a fistful of her golden hair, he pulled her to the center of the festival and threw her on the ground. Camille's heart beat wildly against her chest, her guards were right, she thought, she should never have come here without a chaperone, what was she thinking!

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Deep in thought was Patrick that he didn't see or hear the huge crowd that had gathered in the middle of the dance floor.

"You best go see what is happening there Patrick, me thinks big trouble is brewing!" The wizard told his grandson anxiously.

"Excuse me what?" Patrick said, once he snapped out of his coma.

The wizard glanced at the crowd and then back at his grandson, "Over there," his grandfather pointed at the crowd, "I think you should go and see what is happening!"

Patrick's gaze followed that of his grandfathers, "Why would I want to get involved with that?"

"Because you'll regret it if you don't!" The wizard finally said.

The Druid jumped to his feet, why was his grandfather wanting him to involve himself in someone's else's business, he thought, as he marched over to where the huge crowd had gathered.

"Whip her!" He heard someone call out.

"kill her!" Said another.

Patrick's curiosity was peaked, why would someone want to hurt and kill a woman he thought angrily, why couldn't everyone just enjoy the festivities without creating drama everytime they come here!

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Tears streamed down Camille's beautiful face as she watched someone hand the leather whip to the beastly looking man. His beady eyes gleamed with satisfaction, as he prepared to strike her. The princess braced herself, knowing that she brought this on herself, she was at fault here, but now it was too late to stop the inevetible.

When the beastly looking warrior raised his arm in the air, Camille closed her eyes and braced herself when she heard the whip crack in the air before it sliced through her skin. The pain surged through her body and she jolted a few times as she felt the sting of the leather whip take its toll. God have mercy she thought as she lay helplessly on the ground like a broken doll.

"I hope this teaches you a lesson bitch!" The beast shouted at her, and the crowd fell silent around them. "Beg for forgiveness bitch or I will break every bone in your body!"

Blood oozed through the torn gown as Camille placed both hands on the ground and tried to push herself to her feet. Anger had settled into the princess's heart, how dare this man think that he had the right to use capital punishment on her!

Camille forced herself to stand on her feet even though she was about to pass out. Her eyes gleamed with hatred as she stared into the Warriors eyes, before she took a small step forward and spit in his face. The loud gasp from the crowd struck fear into the princess's heart when she realized the foolish thing she had just done. He was going to kill her now for sure!

The beast wiped his face with his arm, and trembled with rage. He slapped the princess with his thick Palm and sent her flying through the air and to the ground again,  he then raised the hand that held the leather whip and was about to whip her again when a heavy booted foot rammed up his arse and he fell to the ground. Before the beast had time to react to what had just happened to him, a sword pierced through his heart and he died seconds later.

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