A Highlander's Curse
By the time she reached her family’s estate, her movements were frantic, almost feral.
Her father was waiting for her at the gates, his expression calm but his golden eyes filled with concern. “Moira,” he said softly, stepping forward to catch her as she stumbled into his arms.
“Father,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “I need… I cannae…”
“I ken, lass,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Ye’re cursed, but we’ll set it right.”
Cradling her like a child, he whispered an ancient prayer in their native tongue. His words were melodic, carrying a power that resonated deep within Moira’s soul. A warmth spread through her chest, and the pain that had consumed her for days began t
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