The Princess (MacBride Sisters Trilogy Book 3)

She took a deep breath turning slowly and I held my breath when she stepped out of the shadows. The woman who faced me looked nothing like a witch, a sorceress, or anything I've ever mentioned. He was just a little shorter than me. His eyes were as green as emeralds and his fine nose was ravished. Little freckles sprinkled the apple from his face and spread from side to side over his nose. The lips were fleshy and red like cherry. I felt like nibbling on them. The skin was as milky as it was and the full breasts almost betrayed her discreet neckline. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life as that woman, who despite the serious air and rude features, looked more like a girl. Although I was bewitched by her vision, it was her eyes that impressed me. Where have I seen eyes like that before?

- You don't look anything like a messenger from MacGregor! - she said.

- I'm not! - I responded by taking a deep breath and releasing the air I was holding. - May I ask where we've met before?

- I have no idea where I might have found him before, but I confess you're no stranger to me. - she answered by looking at me from the top to the bottom.

I was dressed as Bruce had guided me. Black robe, pants, boots and cape. I didn't have any coat of arms to identify me, not even on the belt that hung on my waist and where I held the sword. It did contain the coat of arms of our family carved in the cape, but it was necessary to get very close to it to see it.

- I don't usually forget such a beautiful face. - said flirting unwittingly with Bree.

- Ah! As for that, my lord, I doubt very much that this is true. - she smiled coldly.

I laughed at her boldness. It was fun not being recognized by that beauty.

- You have a very sharp tongue for someone so beautiful. - I fired while maintaining the tone I always used when I wanted to seduce someone and approached her. - Your eyes, despite being very beautiful and expressive, lead me to believe that we have seen each other before.

She growled back one step at a time.

- Keilan, didn't you warn your friend about what not to say or how to behave in front of me? - she said looking down my back at the man. Keilan had a laugh.

- There wasn't much time, but I'm sure he'll find out.

- If you have love for your life, don't continue that conversation, especially with that sweet voice. - she threatened when I took a step forward again. Her threatening tone urged me to provoke more and more. - Keilan, get your friend out of my way before I tear his throat out, slit his tongue and give it to the dogs!

- Jesus! - I exclaimed with a face. - How can such an angelic being be so cruel?

- I'm warning you! - she warned again. - Stay away from me or I'll be forced to stay away from you!

- I'd love to see her try!

I've never been one to provoke a woman like that and something challenged me to watch her try. I couldn't help myself when I grabbed her. Without being able to resist the lips that attracted me I covered them with mine, but instead of being kissed I was surprised with a bite. I took a step back putting my hand over my mouth and in a quick gesture she kicked me in the legs knocking me to the ground.

- Damn it! - I screamed as I hit my buttocks against the hard stone floor. The tip of a sword came up against my throat and I raised my head.

- Don't you ever dare do that again! - she said between her teeth. - Or I'll slit your throat out!

- Why, my brother was right about you! - said staring at that serious, fearless look. - I shouldn't have doubted it!

- Brother? - she said in a confusing tone.

- Yes. Alistair MacCalister. - I fired in a funny tone. - My brother.

Bree's breathing accelerated and she soon understood. Her gaze became frightened when she realized who she was threatening. Bree collected the sword by putting it in the hem and bowed, but did not seem sorry.

- Bree, that's... Keilan came forward in a disapproving tone.

- Alec MacCalister! - she said, interrupting Keilan. - The infamous prince of Scotland.

Chapter 05

Bree

I kept staring at the man who was lying on the floor. Alec made faces of pain, apparently bothered by the fact that he fell with his buttocks on the floor. All the men in the establishment were looking at the confusion that had formed. I cursed Alec MacCalister for once again ruining my moment of reflection. I had chosen that table to remake myself from a frustrated ambush attempt. To make matters worse, one of the guards who was supposed to make the village safe decided to be annoying to the village chief's daughter. I had to break up a fight and punish him for his hostile acts.

- Have you gone mad? Attack the prince like this! - said Keilan, before he approached and stretched out his hand to help Alec get up. - I asked you to start being kinder.

- I'm kind! - ...I said in a debauched voice and I folded my arms... - Your Highness seems to have Neanderthal ways.

Keilan looked at me furiously and took a step towards me.