The Dream Of Love By Meara Platt Guide

Bloodied but alive, Alistair took Elspeth’s hands in his. The dream had been a premonition, a beacon to guide them through the storm.

"I have seen this place before," he confessed one evening as the sun dipped behind the peaks, painting the sky in bruises of purple and gold. "In my mind, I have walked these paths with a woman whose face I could never quite see. Until I saw you." The Dream of Love by Meara Platt

Elspeth smiled, leaning her forehead against his. "It is no longer a dream, Alistair. It is our life." Bloodied but alive, Alistair took Elspeth’s hands in his

"Lady Elspeth," Alistair said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in her chest. He bowed, but his gaze never left hers. "I have traveled a long way to find you." "In my mind, I have walked these paths

The revelation was a spark in the dark. Their connection was not merely one of duty or sudden attraction; it felt like an ancient recognition. However, the path to their union was blocked by more than just Highland politics. Elspeth’s cousin, a man blinded by greed and a desire for the Lairdship, had conspired with a rival clan to ambush the Munro forces.

When Elspeth descended the spiral stairs, her breath caught. Standing by the hearth was the man from her dreams. The same broad shoulders, the same obsidian hair, and when he turned to face her, those same stormy eyes.