Chapter One
Northcliffe Hall
August 15, 1815
Tysen sherbrooke gazed out the wide windows onto
the east lawn of Northcliffe, his brow furrowed thoughtfully.
"As a matter of fact," he said, "I did know that I
was in line for the title, Douglas, but I was so far down
on the list of rightful heirs that I never imagined it could
actually happen. Indeed, I haven't even thought of it for
a good decade. The last grandson, Ian, he's really dead?"
"Yes, just six months before the old man died. It seems
he fell off a cliff into the North Sea. The solicitor seems
to think Ian's death is what shoved Old Tyronne into the
grave. Of course, he was eighty-seven, so he probably
didn't need much of a push. That means that you, Tysen,
are now Baron Barthwick. It's an old barony, dating back
to the early fifteenth century, when men of importance
were barons. Earls were later additions, upstars for a very
long time."
"I remember Kildrummy Castle, of course," Tysen said.
"It's right on the coast, below Stonehaven, overlooking
the North Sea. It's a beautiful place, Douglas, not immensely
tall with no windows like the old medieval Scottish
castles, but newer, built in th ... read full excerpt from The Scottish Bride ebook
