![]() ![]() ![]() Graeme Montgomery stared grimly back at his brother, unable to formulate a response for the growing rage in his chest. “He cannot tie you to the wee daft daughter of our most hated foe. “ ’Tis madness!” Bowen Montgomery exclaimed. He only hoped to hell that they didn’t kill each other at the wedding. Clansmen would be lost.Īnd so the king devised a plan to force peace between two bitter enemies.Įarly one morning, before the sun had fully risen over the horizon, he sent two messengers on horseback, each to deliver the royal decree to Laird Armstrong and Laird Montgomery. Now that the winter snows had thawed and the long nights had come to an end, battle would resume. The king had not the time, nor the desire, to lose such valuable supporters to infighting. The Montgomerys and the Armstrongs were at war. His two most powerful allies, the two most powerful clans in his kingdom, loathed the very sight of each other. ![]() King Alexander II could focus on other matters, but for one thing. The winter snows had fled, chased by the warmth of longer days. Spring had come, bringing with it lush green grass among the rock outcroppings and boulders that were so predominant over the terrain. The land whispered softly of its gratitude for a brief respite from violence, rebellion, and bloodshed. ![]()
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