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Post by Tim on May 10, 2020 0:12:25 GMT -5
Different times, fellows.
Nice try, though
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on May 10, 2020 8:19:08 GMT -5
Chapter 6
"This has been one helluva day", sighed Cliff, flopping down onto the bed.
"I second that. It's like we got dropped into one of my Mom's romance novels. Speaking of which, did you notice Scottish chicks are hot?", giggled Kurt.
"Yeah, some of the girls in the village were nice. There was this one red-haired girl with nice tits staring at me. I think she likes me", he boasted.
"Yeah, James kept staring at the brown-haired girl. She was pretty hot too, you lucky bastards. Oh well, there's other hot chicks here", shrugged Kurt.
"I know. This sounds weird, but the chicks here look better than the chicks back in California", said Cliff thoughtfully.
"I noticed that too. I guess it's because these girls don't wear a ton of makeup or do their hair, shit like that. These are naturally good-looking girls. They're probably not gnarly, skanky girls. This isn't so bad after all", said Kurt.
"Dude, don't speak so soon. We probably have to do a lot of work tomorrow. I mean, did you hear what James told Conor? They expect us to work here. I mean, everybody has a job. I hope we're not breaking rocks, or shit like that", he grumbled.
"Nah, we're probably gonna do farming or stuff around the castle. Whatever, let's get some sleep", said Kurt.
"You're right. We gotta rest up", replied Cliff, closing his eyes.
Kurt lay in bed, unable to sleep. The moon shone in through the open window, illuminating the room. Cliff was fast asleep, his long red hair the only color in the room.
Why didn't anyone close the window? It's hard to sleep with all this light, he thought, shutting his eyes.
Just then, he heard someone singing coming from inside the castle. It was a girl with a beautiful soprano, singing in Gaelic.
She has a beautiful voice. But why is she singing at this time?, he wondered, throwing off the covers.
Kurt got out of bed, careful not to wake up Cliff. The stone floor felt cold under his feet, as he walked down the hall, trying to find the source of the singing.
The singing came from behind a door at the end of the hall. Kirk took a deep breath, carefully opening the door.
A girl stood with her back to him, singing a song in Gaelic. The moonlight shone on her, making her appear ethereal, not of this world. She was tall and slim, long golden hair flowing past her waist, her nightgown the color of a robin's egg.
She finished singing and slowly turned around. Her blue eyes widened in fright, her hands going to her throat.
Kurt smiled reassuringly at her, his hands raised. "I'm sorry if I startled you, miss. I didn't mean to disturb you. I heard you sing, you have a beautiful voive", he said.
She let out the breath she'd been holding, her expression relieved. "Thank you, sir. I hope I didn't wake you", she replied, speaking with a soft Scottish accent.
"No, I don't mind being woken up by someone who sings so well. I'm Kurt Holmes", he said, extending his hand.
She smiled, taking his hand. "I am Mary Drummond, the ward of the laird. Are you one of the new retainers?", she asked.
"Sort of. We arrived earlier today, the laird's son found us and took us back to the castle. We get our assignments tomorrow", he replied.
"Oh yes, now I remember. Some of the servants were excited about you today. It's not everyday we get visitors", she said.
"I can see that. Good night, Miss Drummond, and I hope we shall meet again", he said, winking at her before he left her room.
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Post by Tim on May 10, 2020 11:35:01 GMT -5
Those guys better be careful. Don't want to mess up history.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on May 10, 2020 17:47:00 GMT -5
Chapter 7
The next morning after breakfast, the group were summoned by the steward. "Good morning, gentlemen. I turst you slept well last night. Today, I will assign you tasks. Master Hamilton , Master Butler, ye shall go with the hunters. Master Karlsson you will assist our healer. And Master Holmes, you shall go with the musicians. Please follow instructions and be of use. Do your tasks properly, and you will get rewarded", he said.
"See ya later, dudes", said Kurt.
"Yeah, I mean, we're hunters. This'll be fun", chuckled James.
"Oh well, I hope mine's not boring", said Axel.
The head huntsmen came over to James and Cliff. He was dressed in plaid trousers and a brown deerskin shirt, a fur cap perched on his head. He looked dubiously at them, raising an eyebrow at their clothes.
"Aye, I shall have to find you proper hunting clothes. I am Alasdair, the laird's chief huntman. Today, we shall instruct the young men of the clan. They shall have to learn how to hunt", he said.
"Don't their dads teach them? Our dads did", asked Cliff.
"These laddies have no fathers. Their mothers are widows, or were abandoned by them. These lads are the men of their household, and they must learn to provide for their families", replied Alasdair.
"Looks like deadbeat dads aren't just a 20th century thing", muttered James.
Alasdair led them out of the keep, to a hedge outside the village. A group of young boys gathered around them, ranging in age from about six or seven to their teens.
"Laddies, these are your new teachers, Master Hamilton and Master Butler. I shall supervise them today, and ye shall give them respect, as they are adults and ye are but spalpeens", he said.
James and Cliff looked curiously at the boys. Most of them had long hair, wearing Mackenzie tartans and sturudy woolen trousers. They all had a weapon of some sort, either a dagger, a bow and arrow or a slingshot.
"Master Hamilton, ye are our new teachers?", asked a younger boy.
James chuckled, leaning down to look the boy in the eye. "Yes, little dude. We're gonna teach you to hunt, so you can be a man and provide for your Mom", he said.
"I already know how to hunt. I am not a child", muttered an older boy, his blue eyes defiant.
"Liam, do not use that tone of voice. Ye are still young, and ye'll need more lessons", said Alasdair sternly.
Cliff smiled at the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I know the feeling, Liam. My dad thought I was too immature to hunt on my own, until I showed him what I could do. Maybe later you can show Mr. Alasdair what you're capable of doing", he said.
"That does sound like a good idea, Master Butler. Later you can show us, Liam. Anyway, our first lesson today is how to shoot a bow", said Alasdair. "Master Hamilton, Master Butler will demonstrate how to use a bow and arrow", he said, handing James his bow and a quiver of arrows.
He looked down at the bow and arrows. They were quite different from the modern ones he was used to. He looked closer and realized the basic design was the same.
James took a deep breath, inserting an arrow and drawing the bow. He aimed for a small bush, letting go of the string. The arrow sailed through the air, hitting the mark.
"See how Master Hamilton used the bow? Now let's practice", said Alasdair.
After all the boys had practiced, Alasdair turned to Liam. "Now Liam, I want you to show us your skills", he said, handing his bow and arrow the younger boy.
Liam took the bow and arrow, inserting the arros and scanning the field. Just then, a hare jumped out from behind a bush. He took aim and fired, striking the hare.
The hare fell down, the arrow protruding from its back. The group rushed over, examining the kill. The arrow had gone through it's spine, killing it instantly.
"Liam, excellent shot. It died right away, it did not suffer. Take the hare to your Mam, you deserved it", said Alasdair, as Liam beamed with pride.
"Great shot, kid. You're a natural", said James, clapping him on the back.
Liam blushed, but his blue eyes were full of pride. "Aye, thank you, Master Hamilton. Mama and Jeanie and Morag will appreciate it. Ye and Master Butler are invited for supper, if you'd like", he said.
"Okay, little dude. Tell your Mom and sisters we said hello", said Cliff.
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Post by Tim on May 10, 2020 23:36:22 GMT -5
What years are they in? Just curious.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on May 11, 2020 6:56:25 GMT -5
What years are they in? Just curious. This is Jacobean Scotland in the 1740s, around the time of Culloden
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on May 11, 2020 8:06:36 GMT -5
Chapter 8
Kurt was led towards the musicians' room, while Axel went off with the steward. "Master Holmes, do you sing, play an instrument, compose?", asked the piper, Rory.
"I play guitar and can read and write music. I'm afraid I don't sing very well", he replied, blushing.
"I understand. I canna sing well either, that is why I am a piper. Well, we have got both male and female singers here. Can you play a lute or mandolin?", he asked.
"I can play a little mandolin", he replied, not wanting to say all he could play on the mandolin was Battle of Evermore.
"Very good. If ye can play guitar and mandolin, the lute will be easy. In the meantime, let me introduce ye to the other musicians", he said, entering the music room.
Several young people were gathered in the room, talking amongst themselves. The chatter stopped when Rory entered the room.
"This is Master Holmes, our newest member. He is not familiar with our music, so be patient", said Rory.
"What sort of music do you do?", asked a young man holding a lute.
His cheeks turned pink. "In our land, we play a music called heavy metal. It is very loud, and I'm not sure if you'll like it. I am interested in what music you play", he replied.
"What can you play?", asked a young woman seated next a harp.
"I play guitar and mandolin, miss", he replied.
His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Mary. She wore a simple blue dress, her long blond hair hanging in two braids.
"Hello, I am Mary, one of the singers. Glad to make your acquaintance, Master Holmes", she said, blue eyes twinkling with mirth.
Kurt smiled knowingly at her. "Very glad to meet you too, Mary", he replied graciously.
"I am Gregory Mackenzie", said the lute player.
"And I am his sister, Margaret", said the harpist.
"Can you play us some of your music, Master Holmes?", asked Mary, handing him a mandolin.
Kurt took the mandolin, an idea coming to him. "Mary, I need paper and pen, it's for the song", he said.
Mary got up and handed him a sheet of paper and a quill and inkpot. He raised an eyebrow, but took the writing utensils and dipped the quill into the ink, writing on the paper.
When he was finished, he handed her the paper. "The bold lines, you sing. The rest I sing, here goes nothing", he said, playing the opening notes of the Battle of Evermore.
Kurt took a deep breath and sang the male parts, while Mary held the paper and sang the female parts. His cheeks were flushed, realizing he couldn't sing that well, but she sang beautifully, her lovely soprano a contrast to his tenor.
Their little audience applauded when they were finished with the song. "Lovely song. Both of you did very well. Master Holmes, you sing quite well, and Mary, you were superb", said Rory.
"That was a beautiful song. Did you write it, Master Holmes?", asked Gregory.
"First, call me Kurt. And second, no I didn't write it. It's quite a popular song in our land", he replied.
"That is all right. Now we shall play you some of our music", said Gregory, picking up his lute.
Gregory tuned his lute and Margaret sat by her harp and Rory picked up his pipes. They started playing a lively lilting melody, the pipes almost as subdued as the harp and lute.
Kurt closed his eyes, concentrating on the music. It was very melodic and pretty, not unlike the music he'd heard at a Renaissance fair.
He opened his eyes and saw Mary watching him, a curious expression on her face. He blushed, his cheeks pink.
"I like it. I heard stuff like this when I was a kid and I went to a Renaissance fair", he said. "Uh, it's where people get dressed up like knights and there's jugglars and swordfights and stuff", he added, seeing the confused looks on their faces.
"Interesting. Let us break, and then we shall resume", said Rory.
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Post by Tim on May 11, 2020 11:30:39 GMT -5
Ah yes, Bonnie Prince Charlie's ill fated attempt to seize the throne.
Hope this bunch doesn't end up on the wrong side of history.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on May 11, 2020 19:51:15 GMT -5
Chapter 9
Cliff and James followed Liam to his house. The boy had a spring in his step, a broad grin on his face. He had passed the test, and was eligible for the annual stag hunt with the older men.
"I cannot wait, Master Hamilton and Master Butler. I've always wanted to go on the stag hunt with the older men, and now I can. We hunt the deer so we can have meat for the winter", he explained.
"First of all, call me James and call him Cliff. And congratulations, Liam. You are a man now", said James, clapping him on the back.
"Aye Liam, introduce us to your friends", said his mother. She was in her thirties, but she looked older, her hair totally gray and her thin body clad in a gray dress. She looks really old, thought James, frowning.
"Mama, this is James Hamilton and Cliff Butler. They persuaded Alasdair to let me hunt on my own, and now I can go on the stag hunt", he said proudly.
"That's me boy. Thank ye for helpin' me son, Master Hamilton and Master Butler. Dinner shall be ready shortly. Come inside", she said, leading them inside the cottage.
The cottage consisted of two rooms, a parlor/kitchen and a bedroom. A dark-haired girl was in the kitchen, stirring a pot over the fire. "Come James and Cliff, let me introduce you to my sister and my cousin", said Liam.
The girl turned around, a startled look on her face. Her eyes widened when she saw James. "Aye, are ye the new retainers. We saw ye yesterday", she said, a flush on her cheeks.
"This is me sister, Jeanie. Where is Morag?", asked Liam.
"She is weaving, shall I get her?", she asked.
"Yes", he replied.
James smiled at her, and Jeanie felt her knees grow weak. "Very glad to meet you, Jeanie", he said, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
The group entered the other room, where a red-haired woman was weaving. She turned around, smiling boldly at Cliff. "Aye, ye are a handsome laddie", she said, a flirtacious smile on her lips. "Ye want to go the garden?", she asked.
"Sure baby", he grinned, as she led him outside. She sat down on a bench and he followed suit, putting a hand on her knee.
"Ye are very bold", she giggled.
"I know, Morag. And call me Cliff", he said, as she leaned over and kissed him. He was startled at first, but he deepened the kiss, her lips parting under his.
They broke apart when Liam saw them, as he made a face. "That is disgusting, Morag. Dinner is ready", he said, sticking out his tongue.
"Sorry about that, Liam. You'll eventually want to get with chicks", he said, winking at him.
"Never!", he vowed, running back to the house.
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Post by Tim on May 11, 2020 23:43:53 GMT -5
Sucks when those guys have to return to their own time.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on May 12, 2020 6:16:22 GMT -5
Chapter 10
Meanwhile, Axel followed the steward. "So what do I have to do? Balance the books?", he asked.
"I am not sure what you mean by that. I do know that you are to assist our healer", replied the steward.
"Why does the doctor need help?", asked Axel.
"First, we have a healer, not a doctor. And second, he is very busy, and his other assistant is overwhelmed", he said sternly.
Axel had the grace to blush. Great, now I got to help out some old fart. This sounds boring as fuck, he thought, scowling.
The steward led him upstairs and stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. He knocked and the door creaked open slowly, the sound sending a chill down his spine.
The room itself was dark and smelled like mold. A flickering candle on a desk provided the only light, casting eerie shadows on the wall. This looks like something out a Dracula movie, thought Axel, fighting the urge to run.
An elderly man emerged from a closet. He was dressed all in white, from his flowing robes to his shoes. Even his hair and long beard were totally white.
"Aye, welcome Master Malcolm. I see ye have my new assistant. What is your name, young man?", asked the old man.
"I'm Axel Karlsson. Are you the healer?", he asked. I hope this old dude's not the healer. I wouldn't go near him even if I were dying, he shuddered.
"Yes I am, Master Karlsson. I am Kilwich, the healer of Clan Mackenzie. Ye are to be my second assistant, Violet cannot do everything by herself. Come, I shall introduce her to ye", he said.
Axel followed the old man into an adjacent room. The room was full of shelves stocked with all sorts of glass and clay jars, and it too smelled like mold.
"Violet is a hard worker, she must be busy. She takes after me", he chuckled.
She's probably as ugly as him. Great, with all the hot chicks here, I get stuck with the one ugly one, he frowned.
"Papa, is the assistant here?", asked a female voice.
"Aye, he is here, Violet", he replied.
Axel’s' eyes widened when he saw Violet. She wasn't ugly at all; in fact, she was the opposite. Masses of blue-black hair fell past her waist, a contrast to her fair skin. Her face was dominated by large violet eyes and full red lips, framed by high cheekbones. She wore a simple dress a shade lighter than her eyes, accentuating her slim, but curvy figure.
She walked over to them, and he felt his mouth go dry. She even walks sexy, he thought, trying to control himself.
"Violet, this is Axel Karlsson, our new assistant. Axel, this is Violet, my daugther", said Kilwich.
"Glad to make your acquaintance, Master Karlsson. Our first task is to see if the herbs are fresh or old. If they are fresh, we keep them. If not, they go in the dung heap, we do not want anyone in the castle getting poisoned. Any questions?", she asked.
Yeah, can I fuck you senseless?, he wondered, shaking his head.
"Good, now sniff this and see if it is good", she said, handing him a clay jar.
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Post by Tim on May 12, 2020 11:37:03 GMT -5
Boy, Axel, are you shallow or what. Hope Violet wakes you up.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on May 12, 2020 20:09:30 GMT -5
Chapter 11
"What a day, huh?", cracked James, taking a gulp of beer.
The group were in Cliff and Kurt’s room, drinking and just chilling out at the end of the day.
"Yeah, I thought we'd be breaking rocks and shit, but our job isn't bad at all", said Cliff.
"And their music's pretty good. I mean, it's not loud, but it's nice", said Kurt..
"Mine's boring as fuck, but I got a hot chick keeping me company", boasted Axel.
"Dude, she's the healer's daughter. If he caught you, he'll turn you into a frog or something", retorted Cliff, drinking a shot of whiskey.
"Well, I can look, can't I? Besides, all girls fall for the Karlsson charm", he bragged.
"Arrogant little fucker", said James, rolling his eyes.
"Guys, do you have any idea how we're gonna get back?", asked Kurt.
"No idea. I mean, we don't know the exact location of the circle, and if we did, we'd have to steal horses to get there. They hang horse thieves here", shuddered Axel.
"Yeah, and what are we gonna tell them? That we fell out of the sky? They'll think we're witches and shit", said James.
Cliff looked thoughtful. "I'm not that worried, actually. I got an idea, that the time we left behind isn't moving. I mean, when we left in 2008 it didn't move from there. So our manager isn't gonna miss us, and the fans won't either. If we ever get back to the 21st century, we can step right back into our own lives like nothing ever happened", he mused aloud.
"Cliff, you might be right. We'll just have to make the best out of our situation. If there's a chance we can go back, we'll go back, but if not, like Mom says, turn lemons into lemonade", said Kurt..
"Yeah, not to mention the chicks here are hot", cracked James.
"I know. Violet has got to be one of the most gorgeous chicks ever", said Axel dreamily.
"And Cliff's already hooked up with one", teased James, as Cliff blushed.
"Ooh Cliff, who's the lucky lady?", giggled Axel.
"Shut the fuck up. Her name is Morag, and she's Liam's cousin. She's a hot redhead with nice tits. Hell, she came onto me first, not that I'm complaining", he chuckled.
"Anyways, we gotta get some sleep. We got more work tomorrow", said Kurt..
"All right, good night guys", said James, as he and Axel left the room.
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Post by Tim on May 12, 2020 23:40:11 GMT -5
Those guys better be careful here. If they get those girls pregnant, who know what changes that could make to the future.
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Post by ladyfiaran22 on May 13, 2020 6:44:04 GMT -5
Chapter 12
"Now, Master Karlsson, we still have to finish doing the inventory. There are still a lot of jars we didn't check", said Violet.
"Hmm, okay", he replied, staring at her ass. She's got a nice ass, the view in the back's as good as the view in the front, he chuckled.
Violet walked over to him with a large, wide book. It was heavy, made of leather and with pages of made of parchment instead of paper.
"If the herb smells fresh, write the name of the herb in this column, and today's date in the next column", she said.
"What's today's date?", he asked, puzzled.
Violet's eyes widened in shock, her brows rising almost to her hairline. "Are you funning me? You do not know the date?", she asked, her voice rising in shock.
Axel blushed, his cheeks bright pink. "Well, when you're lost in the middle of Scotland, you forget what day it is", he retorted, his eyes gleaming.
"Oh, I remember. I am sorry, it's just that everyone should know the date. Well, it is August 9, the year of our Lord, 1742", she replied.
Axel almost dropped the jar he'd been holding. What the hell, it was 1742? It finally sank in that they had truly traveled back in time, that this was not the result of some bad acid.
"Master Karlsson you look a bit pale. Do you want some tea?", she asked, concerned.
"Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Violet", he said gratefully.
She raised an eyebrow at the use of her name, then smiled at him. "It is no problem, Axel. I do not want my fellow assistant to faint in here with all the jars. After we finish, I need to gather mushrooms from the meadow. If you want, you can join me. Fresh air will do you some good", she said, handing him a mug of tea.
Axel sank down onto the chair, his knees still shaking. He tightened his grip on the mug, inhaling the vapors from the tea. He cautiously took a sip, feeling the warmth flow through his body.
"Yeah, I'll go. I don't know much about plants and crap. That's something Mom would know", he replied, sipping his tea.
"Aye, most men are clueless, and when I give them herbs, they complain that it is too bitter or too sweet, and they try to beg off from taking their medication. Children act better than that", she chuckled.
Axel felt a bolt of jealousy go through him when she mentioned treating other men. She's a healer, dumbass, it's her duty. But I hope they weren't staring at her tits, he scowled.
"Axel, are you all right?", she asked.
He blushed deep red. "Sorry, Violet. I guess it was the steam from the tea", he replied shyly.
"When you are finished, follow me and I'll teach you", she said, opening the ledger.
Baby, I'd teach you a thing or two, he chuckled to himself.
When they were both finished, Violet handed him a basket and led him outside the keep. At first, Axel was self-conscious about carrying a basket, but felt relieved when no one noticed them.
She led them outside the walls of the keep to an open field. It was a pleasant summer's day, the sky overhead the brilliant blue of a robin's egg, clouds floating lazily across the surface.
Axel kept his eyes on her, admiring her figure. She wore the same purple dress, but with a bright green shall across her shoulders. On her feet were sturdy brown boots, worn but clean. Her long black hair fell in two long braids to her waist, swinging with every step.
She can wear a potato sack and still look good. Fuck the potato sack, I wanna see her naked with just her hair covering her tits, he mused, eyes gleaming with merriment.
"Axel, first we must gather the mushrooms", she said, getting to her hands and knees, searching in the grass.
He followed her lead, searching for anything that resembled a mushroom. Axel found some round white things he assumed were mushrooms, tossing them into a basket. I wonder if any of them are magic mushrooms, he chuckled.
"Axel, these are poisonous. And these mushrooms make people go insane", she admonished.
"The poison ones, get rid of 'em. But I wanna keep the other ones. It's cool to trip on shrooms", he chuckled.
Violet's eyes widened in shock. "Axel, are you mad? One boy ate these, and he claimed to see spirits and demons. Da and I had to purge him so the poison left his body. Luckily we did so before the others knew, he would have been condemned as a witch", she replied, her expression grim.
Axel immediately felt guilty. "Sorry, Violet. I didn't know. Where I'm from, people take mushrooms to see visions and shit. Cliff and I did before, it was pretty cool. But I didn't realize people here don't do that", he said, his cheeks pink.
"Axel I understand. You are Outlanders, you are not used to our ways. Let us continue our work", she said, picking up the basket.
Violet sighed, setting down the basket. "Let us rest for a bit, have something to eat", she said, opening a bag.
Axel sat down next to her, watching as she set out a cloth and took out a small loaf of bread, cheese, and two apples, along with a small jug of cider. She took out a small knife and cut them each a slice of bread and cheese.
They ate silently, enjoying the cool breeze, resting after the morning's work. Axel barely tasted his food, instead observing her out of the corner of his eye. He tried to stifle a grin when he saw her eating daintily, not spilling any crumbs. His mouth went dry when she licked her lips, her tongue running over her full bottom lip.
"Axel are you Scottish? Your name doesn't sound Scottish?", she asked, taking a sip of cider.
"I'm not Scottish, I was born in Stockholm, Sweden, he replied.
"Aye, like the prince in Master Shakespeare's play?", she asked, intrigued.
"Uh, that’s Denmark”, he said.
“Then why are you in Scotland?", she asked, puzzled.
Axel thought fast. "Uh, my family moved to the colonies when I was a child, where I met the others. We had played some shows in Scotland, but we got lost", he replied, silently thanking Cliff for telling them they were from the colonies.
Her eyes widened, her expression wistful. "You have done a lot of traveling, Axel. I have never left Mackenzie lands, not even to go to Inverness. You are so lucky", she whispered.
"Wow, you mean you've never left this place for anything? That sucks", he replied, frowning.
"What is it like in the colonies?", she asked.
"Uh, my family now lives in California, in the west. It's really nice, the weather is warm all year round, and there's palm and orange trees", he replied, not wanting to totally freak her out.
"I saw a palm tree once in a book. It was queer, the leaves are so big and the bark is so scaly. It must be wonderful to eat fresh oranges, I only had a dried orange on Christmas", she said wistfully.
Axel gave her a hug. Damn, I'm complaining that the Midwest is boring and that we travel too much, and she's never been outside her clan's territory. I wanna show her California and Sweden and Japan, all of it, he vowed.
"Axel, in the colonies, are there different areas, or does it look like here?", she asked.
"Well, in some parts, it's cold and there's snow and some are really hot. It's huge, you're gonna love it", he said, green eyes dancing with delight.
"Axel, I never told anyone else this, but I want to travel. I have known there is more to this world than the Mackenzie lands, but the others would think I was queer if I said so. Here, people are born, live and die on the same land as their ancestors did. I do not want that. I want to travel like you, Axel,” she said, her violet eyes glowing with determination.
Axel held her close, amazed at her passion. I want to show her everything. I wanna show her the states and Europe and Asia and everywhere, he vowed, surprised at the direction of his thoughts.
Violet turned to face him, her expression grim. "Axel, if you must leave, take me with you", she pleaded.
Axel looked into her eyes, startled by the intensity in them. She gripped his hand tightly, hard enough to cause a bruise. "I will, Violet, I promise", he said fiercely.
Suddenly, he leaned over and captured her lips in a bruising kiss. She gasped at the sensation, the pressure of his lips on hers forcing her mouth open. His tongue sought out hers, as the kiss deepened, their moans echoing in the breeze.
They broke apart, breathless. "Axel, what was that?", she panted, her eyes wide.
"Sorry if that was a bit sudden. That, Violet, is called a kiss", he chuckled, winking at her.
"Aye, that is not a kiss my father gives me", she giggled.
"No, that is a kiss a man gives to a woman", he said, taking her into his arms. Axel gently kissed her lips, not wanting to frighten her. She moaned softly, her lips parting under his.
While they kissed, his hands moved inside her dress, gently cupping her breast, his thumb rubbing the nipple. She gasped, a bolt of desire shooting straight to her core.
"Oh yes, Axel”, she moaned, as he continued to play with her breast. Reluctantly, he removed his hand from her flesh, buttoning up her dress.
"I dont' want anyone to see us. I don't want to get you in trouble", he sighed.
"I understand. Are you going to court me, Axel?", she asked.
"Is that what you call dating? I guess I'm courting you. Your dad won't mind?", he asked.
"Father won't mind. He wants me to marry eventually", she replied.
"So, when do you want to meet?", he asked.
"After supper, come to my father's office. I shall meet you there", she said, kissing his cheek.
"Let's get back to the castle", said Axel, picking up the basket.
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