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

The Final Countdown

Washing herself in the tub felt good, Dora visited her earlier in the day and gave her a few scented soaps, and the juice from smashed rose petals to wear around her neck after her bath. Pracheeta smiled, the enchantress was very nice to her as well as the rest of the people in the castle. She especially liked Sarah who had befriended her from the start and had saved her from a fate worse than hell back in India. 

Ant then there was Daniel, whose tall dark and handsome looks made her go weak in the knees. Dare she hope that he will take a liking to her now that she looked presentable because all the scars had disappeared? Would he even notice her if she were to pass him in the Great Hall? Would he smile at her and wish her a good day in a flirtatious way or would he walk right by her and ignore her existence, she thought, as she washed herself clean. When she was done, she lifted herself out of the tub and wrapped herself in a huge bath towel. Life couldn't get any better than this she thought, as she walked over to the chair where her new gown lay that Dora had gifted her. It was at that moment when she dropped the towel to her feet and tried to reach for her gown that she heard a masculine voice behind her. 

"Holy mother of GOD!" Daniel's deep, husky voice called out, as his eyes feasted on the beautiful woman in front of him. "Who are you and where is Logan McCane?" 

Pracheeta quickly picked up the towel and wrapped it around her body, doing a lousy job of covering her shapely figure, which did not go unnoticed by Daniel who's shaft was already throbbing wildly at the naked sight of her. 

"Please.... I...." 

"God have mercy!" Daneil's deep voice sounded tortured, as he turned around and left. "Lucky bastard!" Pracheeta heard him say before he slammed the door shut to her chambers. 

The young woman blinked a few times to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Wait till Sarah hears about this little episode, she thought with a smile, as she slipped into her satin, pink gown excitedly, brushed her long tresses quickly, and ran barefooted out of her chambers to find her friend.

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Sarah was curled into a fetal position and leaned against her bed post. Tears of rivulets formed a river, as she cried for what could have been. Shatered dreams and lost hopes, was what she had to look forward to from now on. Camran was not the man she had hoped he was, instead he was the exact opposite, but she had given herself of her own free will with no one to blame but herself. 

There was a soft knock on her door, and for a second Sarah thought it could be Camran comeing to beg for forgiveness and tell her that he loved her, but instead it was Pracheeta. 

"What pray tell happened to you?" Her friend asked, as she made her way to her, "are you ill?"

"Nay."

"Then what is going on Sarah, you look a mess!" Pracheeta said, concern etched on her beautiful, exotic looking face. "Has someone upsetted you?" 

"Aye." 

"Who was it, that I may go and box their ear's off!"

"I feel like I'm going to die Pracheeta!" Sarah confessed.

Pracheeta sat on the bed and pulled Sarah in her arms, "Sssshhhhhh, just relax yourself in my arms and don't think about anything, we can talk later." 

Sarah did as she was told, she closed her eyes and tried to relax herself, but it didn't work, she was still suffering and knew not how to release her pain. 

"Pracheeta?" 

"Aye?" The Indian beauty said, and stroked Sarah's golden tresses. 

"I have done something very stupid and now live to regret it!"