From the journal of Marjorie Bruce
21st of May, 1307
The sun still had not cast its shadow over the open glade where I lay. The crackling fire at the end of my vision was being tended to by three tall individuals, each holding bundles of firewood. Soft murmurs spread throughout the waking crowd, arms stretching up into the darkness in unison.
Alexander stirred, rolling gently over onto his side with Sorcha still firmly in his grasp. I studied him for a moment as he reached up to wipe his brow clean. Almost instantaneously, the nineteen-year-old"s dark brown locks fell loosely down around his face, providing little protection from the blazing heat.
I stood up with ease, taking in my surroundings. Men had now risen and were beginning to ready themselves for the day"s ride. Hauberks were
