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The Highlander's Lass; Arran's Story

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"This is my younger brother, Sir Arran Wallace, recently knighted by the new king himself. He is one of the best warriors in Clan Wallace," Laird Wallace said. Arran stepped forward giving us all a small bow. He then took my hand, raising it to his lips. The moment his lips touched the skin of my hand, I felt a shock go through my entire body. Something that never happened with Edmund. I was enthralled by this man, a man I had just met.  
"Tis a pleasure to meet ye Lady Hamilton. You are a rare beauty," he said. His voice was deep, it sent shivers down my spine. I looked over at mama who had a small smile on her face. As if she knew what was happening between us.  
	"The pleasure is all mine Sir Arran," I replied. I could not take my eyes off of Arran. It was as if everyone else who was in the courtyard faded away. Arran and I were the only two in the courtyard that remained.

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