Dougal aimed the dagger he gripped in his right hand.
"It is my sister you bedded last week, M'Lord. She's pregnant".
"Pregnant! She didn't tell me".
"She was ashamed".
"She...".
"Now, a true Lord never kills his enemy out of spite. Unless, he has brought scandal to Ireland. And you have done so".
"So, do you want to die...or leave Belfast?", Seamus enquired.
"Well, I do want to see Lady Catrina is well".
"Aye, she is with her son".
"A son. What's his name?".
"Gordon".
"Aye, a good name. Sounds Scottish".
"Aye, our bloodline is Scottish".
"Aye, so...I shall leave".
And, as he did so, he was stabbed in the chest by Dougal's dagger. Some blood was shed. Lord Daniel collapsed onto the Belfast road, which was cobbled, and fell into unconscousness.
The two smugglers ran away.
They raced through the arched, Church hallways...And headed to the busy, Irish Ports...where all hell broke loose.
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Ficção HistóricaDublin, Ireland, 1821. Lady Margaret Lavelock is a 27 year old Irish woman who lives in regal High Society in the 19th century. While she has servants to attend to her needs, she is unlucky in love. When Lord Daniel O'Neill arrives in Dublin for a b...
