Page 22 of The Highlander's Auctioned Virgin
In it was a red apple and a torn piece of parchment at the very bottom.
He reached for the apple and took it out, examining it. Then, he placed it on the table and took out the torn parchment. There was writing on it that he couldn’t properly see until he brought it closer to one of the flickering candles.
The hand was smooth, clear, and readable.
Yer bride is stuck in the woods alone. Find her and bring her back before something terrible happens to her.
A smile spread across his face, and he looked up from the parchment.
“So the games have begun. Well played, Lady MacAdair,” he muttered.
Without overthinking things, he reached for his shirt and belt. In a few seconds, he had dressed up and was ready, sleep well and truly forgotten.
He took one last look at his sword before heading out of the room.
