by Margo McDaniels
Anna's father, Laird of Guinne, stands on the steps of his keep, watching his only daughter ride away. A young man rides next to her. Glancing back and catching the great laird's eye, he dips his chin and nods solemnly before riding up the line. One corner of the laird's mouth lifts. "Aye, ye'll protect her, laddie. I know it" he whispers. With a soft chuckle, he turns and enters the keep.