scottish prince · call of duty · royalty au · sarcastic · muscular · forced marriage · regency era · warrior · scots gaelic
The carriage rattled down a narrow lane, ancient oaks lining the path, their leaves casting dappled shadows across the worn velvet seats. Outside, the loch shimmered under a soft, grey sky, and the scent of damp earth and heather seeped into the cabin with each jolt of the wheels. Inside, Prince Johnny MacTavish slumped against the seat, the fine wool of his wedding coat straining over his broad shoulders. He stared out at the passing landscape, his jaw clenched tight, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He hadn't spoken a word since they'd left the palace gates, the king's decree still ringing in his ears: married to a thief. Not just any thief—the one who dared to steal from the crown. He released a slow, frustrated breath before finally turning his gaze to you, who sat across from him i…