Submitting To Her Scottish Lord✅

Chapter 3

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In the reign of King Albert X of the House Stuart,

Colzean Castle,

Ayrshire,

Scotland.

As Alastair stormed from the dining hall, his head still swam with images of the fiery haired woman he had left behind. She made him uncomfortable with the amount of power she possessed and what scared him even more was the fact that she knew how powerful she was.

Damn Albert for putting him in this position.

He had had a peaceful life before this, now he couldn't even enjoy his dinner without someone being there to challenge him. He stomped all the way to his room feeling more enraged with the flowery scents in his castle.

'When had she done all this?' He wondered.

It was either she was a hard worker or...

Crash!

Someone bumped into him and muttered apologies as she tried to pick up the linens that had fallen from her hand.

"Forgive me my Lord."

He stared at the small woman as she attempted to pile all the linen in her hands. When had she hired a maid? He crouched down to assist her and send her on her way but the appearance of two more ladies stopped him.

"My Lord." They said with a curtsy.

"What's your name?" He asked the one on the floor.

"Ailsa my Lord."

"Ailsa when were you hired?"

"Today my Lord. The red haired Lady bid us to start today."

He stared at the women with a blank and they stared at him with confused expressions. The audacity of the woman apalled him. Weren't all English women demure women who waited for their husbands approval?

He didn't know what irritated him more; her blatant disregard of his authority as Lord of this Castle when he wasn't around or... He didn't care to think this hard. She was a thorn in his side that he would have to endure but not until the morrow. He needed a strong drink and some sleep.

He sent the women on their way and trudged up to his chambers. No red haired lassie could destroy the comfort his chambers would provide.

He got to the corridor that led to his room and stopped in his tracks. There were scented candles scattered about and his heart stopped.

"No she wouldn't." He whispered to himself.

His fears were confirmed when he entered the room. Silks, gowns and many unmentionables littered his otherwise neat room. He didn't know how long he stood there but he knew it had been a while for when he finally came to, the source of his frustration was staring at him with a strange look on her face.

He shook his head and took a deep breath to calm himself before speaking.

"Why are your things in my chambers?" He asked calmly despite the storm of anger that raged around inside him.