From the journal of Marjorie Bruce
22nd of January, 1307
The very morning that I escaped, I was introduced to Alexander Douglas. At first I was afraid that he would kill me before Archie rescued me, but it didn"t take long to figure out that he was an ally.
We rode into the woods to find Archie, and when we eventually did, I embraced him in a passionate hug. Oh, how I had missed him.
Ciaran was in Archie"s hands, waiting patiently for me. Two more horses lingered, and on one sat a small figure. It was Sorcha! She looked fatigued, malnourished, and most of all worried. I can"t imagine what she had been through. Her mother and her siblings had all been killed before her eyes, and she narrowly escaped the clutches of death herself.
I jumped onto Ciaran, eager to ride him once again. My s
