Scottish Romance: Highlander Romance: Highland Whisper (Scotland Romance) by Payton Hart Page B
Authors: Payton Hart
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me?" In the background, I heard music start to play. It vibrated through me.
“For you, I have all the poetry in the world.” He grinned and put his hand out. I took it and let his body lead me. “Let us go dancing tonight, Annabelle. I hear this band is supposed to play beautiful music.”
He led me to the ballroom floor and we started dancing. Chalk arabesques were on the ballroom floor that laid under our feet. Many people started participating in a square country dance. I danced with this stranger, following the footsteps and music. It was an upbeat song that played, lively and festive for the celebration of the night. It was energetic and everybody seemed to be in a good mood as the music flushed over us.
A slow song suddenly started to play and I stopped dancing. He took my hand and wrapped his body around me. He started to waltz with me, a dance I did not know that well, but I had heard was not socially acceptable in some places. I followed his footsteps as the music played. The dance was a slow and a graceful dance. It was not too hard to pick up as I moved with his body. It was unlike how I was used to dancing, but came to love it quickly and never wanted the song to end. As we embraced the dance floor, the music seemed to move through us.
After a moment, looked around the room in sort of a nervous way; it almost looked like he was looking for someone else. He then looked at me. “You want to go outside? It is a beautiful night out,” he said with a smile and then started to lead me off the dance floor.
As we walked outside, there were hundreds of beautiful brightly colored lamps and lanterns. They outshone the stars in the sky making the whole place look bright and festive. I gasped as I took in the sight of beauty everywhere; the lights made the whole place look perfect.
Outside, there were a couple people walking. The music started to fade in the background as we walked away from the dance floor, following a line of lantern lights. We walked through the gardens and beautiful scenery. The weather was warm out, but not too hot with the sun gone. It was a nice night to be out.
We started to talk. We talked about our backgrounds, our lives, and a little about politics. He came from a large family and grew up in England. I wondered if knew about me and the wedding and how it was called off, but if he did, he didn’t ask. Mostly, he liked to recite lines of poetry he had written. He was a professional writer and had published several books. Both of his parents were well established and famous writers. He had decided to take their lead years ago and do writing of his own. He had written both works of prose and poetry, but said he preferred poetry as it let him express his emotions and took him in to a state of pure joy. I could not help but laugh and smile as he broke out in lines that can only be described as seductive:
“ You are my treasure
I will write you lover's notes and letters
I dance with you on this evening just past eleven
Our meeting tonight is a gift from heaven.”
I had never met a poet before. They were so romantic and enticing. Did he mean the lines he was saying or was he just reading me poetry? We sat down on a bench. I felt so comforted by him; I started to feel like a school girl with a crush. We talked for hours.
The lanterns around us shimmered like stars in the night. Nobody seemed to notice us in the dark. Suddenly, he had the need to take his leave. “Lady, Annabelle, it is my time to go,” he said, as he got up from the bench.
He kissed me on the cheek, a kiss that sort of surprised me. I felt his soft lips against my cheekbone. “Goodbye, love,” he said. And he ran off just like that, disappearing like the wind.
“But will we ever meet again?” I called after him.
***
The next morning, I was out shopping with my dear friend, Lady Georgiana. It was a beautiful morning and the birds were chirping as the
“For you, I have all the poetry in the world.” He grinned and put his hand out. I took it and let his body lead me. “Let us go dancing tonight, Annabelle. I hear this band is supposed to play beautiful music.”
He led me to the ballroom floor and we started dancing. Chalk arabesques were on the ballroom floor that laid under our feet. Many people started participating in a square country dance. I danced with this stranger, following the footsteps and music. It was an upbeat song that played, lively and festive for the celebration of the night. It was energetic and everybody seemed to be in a good mood as the music flushed over us.
A slow song suddenly started to play and I stopped dancing. He took my hand and wrapped his body around me. He started to waltz with me, a dance I did not know that well, but I had heard was not socially acceptable in some places. I followed his footsteps as the music played. The dance was a slow and a graceful dance. It was not too hard to pick up as I moved with his body. It was unlike how I was used to dancing, but came to love it quickly and never wanted the song to end. As we embraced the dance floor, the music seemed to move through us.
After a moment, looked around the room in sort of a nervous way; it almost looked like he was looking for someone else. He then looked at me. “You want to go outside? It is a beautiful night out,” he said with a smile and then started to lead me off the dance floor.
As we walked outside, there were hundreds of beautiful brightly colored lamps and lanterns. They outshone the stars in the sky making the whole place look bright and festive. I gasped as I took in the sight of beauty everywhere; the lights made the whole place look perfect.
Outside, there were a couple people walking. The music started to fade in the background as we walked away from the dance floor, following a line of lantern lights. We walked through the gardens and beautiful scenery. The weather was warm out, but not too hot with the sun gone. It was a nice night to be out.
We started to talk. We talked about our backgrounds, our lives, and a little about politics. He came from a large family and grew up in England. I wondered if knew about me and the wedding and how it was called off, but if he did, he didn’t ask. Mostly, he liked to recite lines of poetry he had written. He was a professional writer and had published several books. Both of his parents were well established and famous writers. He had decided to take their lead years ago and do writing of his own. He had written both works of prose and poetry, but said he preferred poetry as it let him express his emotions and took him in to a state of pure joy. I could not help but laugh and smile as he broke out in lines that can only be described as seductive:
“ You are my treasure
I will write you lover's notes and letters
I dance with you on this evening just past eleven
Our meeting tonight is a gift from heaven.”
I had never met a poet before. They were so romantic and enticing. Did he mean the lines he was saying or was he just reading me poetry? We sat down on a bench. I felt so comforted by him; I started to feel like a school girl with a crush. We talked for hours.
The lanterns around us shimmered like stars in the night. Nobody seemed to notice us in the dark. Suddenly, he had the need to take his leave. “Lady, Annabelle, it is my time to go,” he said, as he got up from the bench.
He kissed me on the cheek, a kiss that sort of surprised me. I felt his soft lips against my cheekbone. “Goodbye, love,” he said. And he ran off just like that, disappearing like the wind.
“But will we ever meet again?” I called after him.
***
The next morning, I was out shopping with my dear friend, Lady Georgiana. It was a beautiful morning and the birds were chirping as the
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