Cambryn.
I awoke the next morning and was surprised to see the woman was still by my side. Did she sit by his side all of last night? He wondered. Cambryn took this small moment of time to study her all the more closely. Upon closer scrutiny, she was by far even more pretty.
She was a very beauty. In fact, she was, even more, prettier then what most folks in his clan said about his cousin Elsa when she was alive. He wondered why the lass lived so far from her village. She didn't look diseased, and she certainly didn't act like a witch or a woman of ill repute, so why was she living all alone?
Hearing her moan, brought Cambryn from his thoughts. He immediately closed his eyes again and feigned sleep, and slowed down his breathing, wondering what her reaction would be if she found him no longer feverish and wide awake.
Bella.
Having the early morning sunlight in my face, I yawned and stretched my arms above my head. When I finished, I looked down at the sleeping warrior and sighed. Wondering if his fever had broken during the night, Bella laid her hand upon his forehead and was relieved that it indeed broke, he was cold as a clam. She was about to get to her feet and begin to prepare some broth for him when she felt his hand holding tightly to her arm. Bella gazed down and was surprised to see him awake and regarding her with a look of curiosity and wonder.
"Do you speak English... Sir?"
She asked him. When she saw him nod in the affirmative, she sighed happily, she was certain that he wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of hearing her mess up the beautiful language of Gaelic.
"What is your name lass?"
He asked in a deep tone that was a little harsh sounding due to the effects of the fever.
"I was caught up in skirmish of sorts, I was fighting a neighboring Laird. He and his clan were trying to raid my lands and steal my sheep. I had to put an end to his revving. So I gathered my brothers and my men and we fought. I don't remember much of the battle, except when that snake injured me with his broadsword when I turned my back."
"My name is Bella Skye," I said as I shook my head in despair. "No man should fight that way." Stabbing a man in the back or attacking them from behind is a cowardly move, It's amazing you survived this long and even managed to stagger your way here. You are lucky that you happened to collapse by my cottage.
Begging your pardon sir, but could you Please tell me your name and where exactly your clan is located, perhaps after hearing it, I may be able to help you get home!"
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Her Healing Touch.
Historical FictionFor as long as Bella Skye could remember, she has lived in seclusion, and far away from the people she called family. For reasons, she could not explain, the villagers have despised her very appearance whenever she came into their view. Thanks to th...