Kira Freitas
A
Princess
2nd Edition
Mangaratiba - RJ
MacBride Sisters Trilogy
2018
The princess
Book 03 of the MacBride Sisters Trilogy
Aila lived in hiding for a long time to protect those she loved. She kept the pain behind a name that was not her own and became Breanna, the impetuous warrior of the Scottish army. For years she devised her revenge and was prepared for anything but having to dispute the leadership of her men with the infamous prince of Scotland. In Aila's eyes, Alec MacCalister is an irresponsible womanizer. What she doesn't imagine is that behind all that arrogance there was a man she never imagined she would meet one day. An attraction. A secret. A lie. All this mixed together will make them a lethal weapon against their enemies and against themselves.
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The princess
Index
Bibliography
Prologue
Chapter 01
Chapter 02
Chapter 03
Chapter 04
Chapter 05
Chapter 06
Chapter 07
Chapter 08
Chapter 09
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
About the author
Other Works
Plagiarism is a crime!
This is a work of fiction. Although places and objects are real, the characters and the story are completely fictional. Any resemblance is merely a coincidence.
Bibliography
Author(s): Kira Freitas
Edition year: 2018
Cover designer: Vanessa Freitas
Diagram: Vanessa Freitas
Cover Image: Dean Bertoncelj
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"Battler, warrior, a diamond cut by God. Every woman is a queen, an eternal princess, a flower that needs affection. Yeah, they can and do make it happen. ”
Roni Alves
Prologue
Bree
Two years earlier...
My body hit the stone wall. I fell, rolling on the ground, after being released from the chains that hoisted my body while being whipped. I didn't know how many blows I'd received, let alone how long I'd been beaten, but for every blow that hit my naked skin, I prayed silently. I asked God to forgive me for the insane and murderous thoughts that populated my mind. I swore vengeance as soon as my body touched the ground.
- Get that bitch dressed and get her ready for transport!
The order came from the person who was supposed to love me and look after my life. Ravenna MacBride. My mother. The viper who destroyed Aideen's innocence; she put Aileen up for sale and now she sacrificed to me.
A nurse approached me and began to cleanse the blood of my wounds. It was not only the whipping, but also the open wound in my abdomen by Roy MacGregor, who was bleeding.
- I had her dressed! - my mother screamed. - Leave the wounds as they are. Who knows how she'll learn something from it?
Regardless, she came out of her cell and I closed my eyes. The nurse kindly put on a combination, a simple shirt with a sleeve and a skirt. When I was ready, a man lifted me up in his arms and took me out. The light of the sun's rays of the late afternoon made my eyes burn. I'd been stuck in that cell for days on bread and water. She was weak and could barely babble a word. The man put me in a rustic carriage and tied my wrists with his hands back. He tightened the knot hard enough to make me moan in pain. I closed my eyes because of fatigue, but my ears were attentive.
- Take her to the edge. A carriage will take Aila to Edinburgh. - I heard my mother say. - Lord MacGregor will know what to do with that big mouth when she gets there.
- Ma'am, do you really think it's necessary to send her to the gallows? - the man who carried me questioned me. - We can throw her off the bridge at sea.
My mother stopped in front of the carriage and smiled darkly.
- No. I'm sure Roy will want to finish what they started in the salon nights ago. - she said before she closed the door. - For any and all questions, my daughter is going to a convent in Gretna Green to be educated by nuns. That must be spread all over the Highlands.
- Yes, ma'am!
I heard the men get in the carriage and set it in motion. They continued to plot the best way to get me to Edinburgh. The strange thing is that I wanted to get face to face with that unhappy despot of Lord MacGregor and when I had the chance I would cross him with my sword.
The wind cut the trees with force and the landscape passed quickly through the cracks of the railed window of the carriage in. I took up my time with the job of untying the knots that held my wrists together. At each attempt, the rope was tightened more tightly, cutting the delicate flesh from my hands. I grunted because, besides that pain in my wrists, I could still feel the burning on the skin of my back. I could feel the blood, still fresh, flowing against the fabric of the shirt. I closed my eyes when hatred took hold of my bowels. I refused to cry like a girl, who had done something wrong and was very afraid. I took a deep breath trying to contain the nausea I felt because of the pain. The voices outside ceased their whispering. At the height of the events, I feared more for the life of my sisters than for mine and that was why I had to escape.
