Sir Darien MacSheilds Bride

Chapter 1: Choose a Husband or War

Sir Mc'Adams was sitting calmly on his seat. He was near the fire place; the fire was burning warmly to his skin.

He sipped on his brandy that he likes so much, and lets it smoothly run down his throat. He rocks back and forth on the chair and he slowly relaxes into his body and he starts to feel so relax that his eyes close softly. But before he falls into a deep sleep from a tired day from riding to the Kings court, he heard his name call out loudly and he just opens his eyes and curse inside his head.

"Sir Eric, Sir Eric," came a voice.

Eric Mc'Admas heard footsteps on the creaky stairs, the landing and outside his chambers. There came a knock and he sighed.

"Come in, Damien," he said softly. His eyes turned back to the fire and door opened quickly and Eric heard load noises of breathing.

"What is it? Its dinner time. What you doing around dinner time, Damien?" He asked.

Damien was a tall man around a round in the middle. He was around his late thirties and early forties. He had dark hair, with a tint of grey.

"I heard the news, about your uncle. I came to give you my support. Your family has been good to me and I respect you all very much like you are my family. I came to see how you are doing most of all?"

He asked as he sat down opposite his best friend for many years.

Eric just smiled and nodded, "Thank you for the concern, Damien. You are more then welcome in this family. And thank you for caring so much of my Family and I," He then gave a large sip of his brandy till it's all gone.

Eric placed the glass down on the table that is beside him. He sat there with his hands crossed on his lap. Damien watched him with watchful eyes. Concern filled in the eyes of his green eyes.

"The will has been sorted; I have done most of the work. I am no done and feel like just sitting down next to the fire and doing nothing but let time cross me by," he said with some emotion in his soft voice.

"What has happened to his land? As for I know, allot of men will do anything for that piece of Land. It is rich and has many brilliant alleys towards it," Damien asked.

Sir Eric smiled.

"My Uncle decided a woman was to take over it. He had no children or a wife, so he gave it to the person who was like his daughter." He turned and smiled at Damien face.

Damien was shock to the most.

"So surprised, my friend! What is wrong?" he asked amusingly

"He gave it to Lady Serena. I am shock, but some how I knew he was to give it to her. It's just, I can no believe it. Do you believe that she will make a good Laird, Eric?" He asked softly and watching the fire dance, while he leaned into his chair after a full shock of the news.

"She is kind hearted, Loving, intelligent, and knows what will be good for her people. She will always do what is best for her people now. She is a strong willed and I know that if any man was to face her, they will be throne to the wolves." Eric laughed.

"Well when this gets out, you know what will happen? There are 3 tripes near Serena land and they do anything to keep the peace. They would be to see her to trade and all manly things do, to make sure that if war comes, they back each other up. But when those men find out that she is Laird of the place they have eyes on, they have a right to force marriage on her, because she is a women. They believe down that way that a women isn't fit to rule the lands."

"I know, I know. But what's done is done. Serena knows what she is doing. She can't be forced to do anything, because Serena is strong and if war comes by, she wins the war without spilling any blood on those lands. I have faith inky Daughter. And so must you," Eric said to Damien.

Damien knew he was right. Lady Serena was indeed a strong willed woman and if they were to just tempt her, she will throw them to the wolves for breakfast.

Then they both heard the bell.

"Come, break bread with me and my warriors and Family. You must be starved."

Eric stood up, so did Damien. Eric clamped a hand on His shoulder and they both walked to the great hall were alcohol and food will be served.

Serena Mc'Adams was walking around her new village that she owned. Children were giving her flowers, Women smiled politely and the men bowed with respect to her.

Serena had long blonde hair, but always kept it up high in a twist with a bit of curls coming down her back and face. She was wearing a white dress that was simply yet rich.

Andrew Mc'Adams, is her brother who had a comply her to her new lands and was to stay as long as he can until his father needed him. Andrew was well built and strong. He had fair hair like his sister. She was 5ft 4 and he was a 5ft 6.

He watches his sister interact with everyone of her village and they loved her dearly.

She had been a little child since she been here and she had never forgot it. It brought back memories of her and her uncle. Her father was always away and her uncle came by and stepped in her fathers place. But he and her father were both her fathers.

She dearly missed her uncle but she had to move on.

"So how is my dear sister? She looks gloomy and depressed," Andrew voice said.

Serena turned towards him and smiled.

"I am not gloomy or depressed. I was going down memory lane thank you," She said cheerfully and playfully.

Andrew smiled at her nature.

"Of course, forgive me my lady," He bowed to her and Serena just rolled her eyes.

"You are forgiven, kind Sir," and she curtsied.

"Not saying goodbye to the property are you? Not just over a letter?" Andrew asked as he led him and Serena to the hall to be in private.

"You're a man, Andrew," she said.

"Of course I am a man, if I was a women I be an ugly women who had no breasts or a secret garden," he laughed.

Serena blushed.

"Yes, you be the most ugliest women of all and you die a virgin, which I might say will be good, my god take care of you for you were not corrupted by the pleasures of the man and women intimacy," she said.

"Anyways, moving on. We both know I am a man and a very very good looking man," he smiled.

"Yes moving on. Why do men think that because they are men, that they have the right to be above a women. Like overpowering them?" she asked.

"Ah I see."

They came to the hall and he pushed her table out for her, so she can sit in. She sat and he sat and women came in a filled their goblets up.

"Thank you Rose," Serena said kindly.

The maid smiled and curtsied and went away. Now alone.

"Well sister, I think it makes them insecure, if they didn't overpower you females. If you women did what ever you wanted it look bad on the man, the husband. They have to feel secure and therefore aware that they are in control. It's a man thing, if you try to get what I mean."

"What about you? Do you want to overpower women? To make you feel in power and secure?" she asked sipping her drink.

"With women, I am secure to know that she shares only my bed and no one else's. But we men are different. Why you ask that question Sis?" he watched her as she was in deep though.

"Well three men who are each lairds, are to come tomorrow night and feast here with us. They know I am a women Laird and I am assure that they want to make a peace treaty with this land or get the land," she said.

"Ah, I heard. I will be with you and you have no fear over this," He sailed and placed his hand on hers.

Serena looked up and smiled lovingly towards her big brother.

"Thank you," Serena smiled and the rest of the time in that hall they talked and talked.

Sir Seiya Macmillan, Sir Diamond Lupinruss and Sir Darien MacSheilds all were on their horses staring at the Land before them that they so greatly want.

Sir Seiya Macmillian was a strong built man, three in twenty. He had yet black hair and green eyes.

His face was handsome and yet intimidating and cold with a tint of friendliness. He was 5ft 7 and a very proud man indeed.

Sir Diamound Lupinruss was also a strong built man who was four in twenty. He had blond hair and dark blue eyes as the ocean. His face was handsome and angelic face. He did not look intimidating or cold but certainly cruel and he was. He stood at 5ft 8 and men found him intimidating by the tallness on him and his figure.

Sir Darien MacSheilds was strong and the tallest of the men. He was eight and twenty. The oldest and wises. His hair was too yet black and his eyes were midnight blue. They held cruelness and hard. His body was strong and women drolled at him. His face was handsome and was also cruel, hard and intimidating with fairness in his eyes and face. He stood at 6ft 2.

Their eyes stared at the land of which was proud and wealthy. And they all wanted it. Very much indeed.

But they came to an agreement.

When they found out who was the land owner they were shocked at first but then glad for they can truly keep the land if they marry the maiden.

They agreed that they ask the women, if not woo her and if she didn't agree then war. She must choose one of them or war was declared.

They all had to do was wait until tomorrow and see who was to claim the lands. All they had to do was wed her and bed her and then they were rulers of the land.