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Highland Vow - Historical Highlander Romance
Highland Vow - Historical Highlander Romance
Highland Vow - Historical Highlander Romance
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Highland Vow - Historical Highlander Romance

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Lyla never imagined she would be a lynchpin for anything. 

Her mother told her all her life that, following the death of her father, it would be her responsibility to marry the boy next door and merge their lands and cattle. To her credit, she does intend to... 

...until a group of men wearing Cameron colors come riding down the road. 

With her fields condemned to burn, and her town threatened to be razed to the ground, Lyla does the unthinkable, and offers herself in marriage as a show of good faith to the leader of the clan, a powerful man named Lachlan, if he will only spare her town and allow them to pay tax and tribute to remain alive. 

To the horror of her people, Lachlan accepts. 

A Standalone Short Story with No Cliffhanger! 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 19, 2018
ISBN9781540125668
Highland Vow - Historical Highlander Romance

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    Highland Vow - Historical Highlander Romance - Kyra Johnston

    Highland Vow

    Chapter 1

    March, 1593

    Lyla Glenn did not particularly wish to marry Niall. She supposed he was attractive enough, if one liked the constant smell of sheep dung in a man, but she had given her parents her word, and now that her father was several months buried it was time to keep it. Her true issue was that she and Niall had grown up as neighbors. While she could not speak for his feelings, she had always seen him as a friend and possibly the brother she had never had, and nothing more. She understood the wisdom of her parents’ wishes. She was their only daughter and Niall was his parents' only son. Their marriage would bring together the lands they both owned and bring greater prosperity. Still, just because she understood, did not mean she needed to be pleased with it.

    Their village, situated near Glen More was large enough to merit a small kirk but little else, and it was, without a doubt, the most impressive building in the area. The inn came a close second. Aside from that, however, Lyla's village was made of little more than sheep and cattle farmers. Occasionally travelers passed through, giving a glimpse of a world outside the boundaries of the village, but they rarely stayed for more than a day.

    Being the daughter of the village leader gave Lyla some liberties, but not many. Her house was nicer than most of the others, and her family was wealthy enough to merit a servant. Her life, for the most part, was comfortable, but simple. And God, the thought of sharing her bed every night with a man who stunk of cattle was the least appealing thought that came to Lyla's mind when she mused on what she could do with her life. Still, there were worse things that could happen to her other than marrying a decent looking man with lands of his own and a bit of coin to his name.

    She did not exactly throw herself with abandon into the wedding preparations, though it was enjoyable enough. The ceremony would be small, of course, as necessity demanded, but it would be a pleasant sort of simple. Lyla could imagine what kinds of weddings the nobility would have, and thought perhaps they were far too focused on showing off the host's wealth, and far less on the bond between two people in the eyes of their peers and of God. At least Lyla's wedding would be genuine.

    There was a small outcropping of rocks near the village, one that the shepherds often used to sit on when their flocks were on the hills, where Lyla would go when even the soft busy noise of the village grew too much for her to stand. Her father's death still weighed heavy on her heart, and she imagined it would continue to do so for a very long time to come. Not simply because it meant she must now marry the neighbor boy. She loved both of her parents, but her bond with her father had been special, and not a day went by when she did not miss him greatly.

    The climb up to the top of the small crag could be dangerous when the weather was foul, but on a bright sunny day like the one that blessed the village now, it took nothing more than watching where one placed one's feet to make it safely to the vantage point. Lyla had climbed

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