I Love Historical Romance, Absolutely Love It.

I Don't Like Seeing You Cry. You Will Stop." I'll Give You A Promise," He Said Gruffly. "and Then You Will Cease Your Worrying." You Will Have Confidence In My Ability To Protect You," He Ordered. You Will Have Faith In Me. I Command It.

I Am Not A Poor Child, Lady Eleanor," Madelyne Announced, Letting Her Anger Sound In Her Voice. "duncan Won't Marry You. He Won't Sign The Contracts. He'd Have To Give Up His Greatest Treasure In Order To Marry You." "and What Be That Treasure?" Lady Eleanor Inquired, Her Voice Mild. "why, I'm Duncan's Greatest Treasure. He'd Be A Fool To Give Me Up," She Added. "and Even You Must Know That Duncan Is Anything But A Fool.

He Shrugged. "i Was...thinking." "about What?" "the Fires Of Purgatory." She Had To Sit Down. He Wasn't Making Any Sense Now. "what Does That Mean?" She Asked. "patrick Told Me He Would Walk Through The Fires Of Purgatory If He Had To In Order To Please His Wife." She Went Over To The Bed And Sat Down On The Side. "and?" She Prodded When He Didn't Continue. He Stripped Out Of His Clothing And Walked Over To Her. He Pulled Her To Her Feet And Stared Down To Her. "and I Have Only Just Realized I Would Do The Same For You.

A Few Minutes Later, She Was Once Again Riding Her Own Horse. Deciding To Take The Lead, She Nudged The Mare Into A Trot, And As She Passed Brodick And Ramsey, She Called Out, "you Used Trickery." "yes, I Did," He Admitted. "are You Angry With Me?" She Laughed Again. "i Don't Get Angry. I Get Even." Unbeknownst To Her, She Had Just Recited The Buchanan Creed.

Never Be Ruled By Possessions, And Never, Ever Make Wealth More Important To You Than Your Self-respect And Your Dignity." - Lady Taylor