The Dream Of Love By Meara Platt -

"Lady Elspeth," Alistair said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in her chest. He bowed, but his gaze never left hers. "I have traveled a long way to find you."

When Elspeth descended the spiral stairs, her breath caught. Standing by the hearth was the man from her dreams. The same broad shoulders, the same obsidian hair, and when he turned to face her, those same stormy eyes. The Dream of Love by Meara Platt

The reality was far harsher. Her father, the Laird, had summoned her to the Great Hall to meet the man who would save their lands: Sir Alistair Munro. "Lady Elspeth," Alistair said, his voice a low

On the eve of their wedding, the castle was betrayed. The clash of steel and the scent of smoke filled the air as the gates were thrown open from the within. Elspeth didn't cower. She grabbed a dirk and found Alistair in the courtyard, fighting with the grace of a man who had everything to lose. Standing by the hearth was the man from her dreams