A/N: I've had a few people wondering where the inspiration for this fic has come from. Julie Garwood, she writes amazing Scottish books, and also I'm from Scotland. So, it's kinda cool to write about my home land.

A huge thanks Tiffany & Sherry.

The response for this fic has been amazing so far, so thank you to all of you as well. x

Chapter 2

"Unhand her," Edward commanded, but Michael didn't listen. He had no intention of letting Lady Swan go. If he did his Baron would certainly kill him. Edward sensed that the soldier wasn't going to cooperate without a little motivation, so he motioned for his men to bring the English soldiers forward.

When Edward's men stepped out the shelter of the trees, pushing the unarmed soldiers, Michael immediately released his hold on the Lady. He knew they were greatly outnumbered and had no chance of winning the fight, but he was still hoping that the savages would listen to reason. "Lady Swan is my Baron's bride. They are to be married on the morrow," he said. "She stole one of his horses and ran away this morn. I was sent to retrieve her."

Isabella looked at Michael in disgust as she moved away from him and dusted herself down.

"Is this true?" Edward asked her.

Isabella knew that she would need to be smart if she wanted to get out of this predicament. "As you can see, Sir, I have no horse," she said, motioning around her. "This man is a liar and is trying to trick you. He means to harm me."

Michael began to protest, but Edward put his hand up to silence him. "Where is the horse she stole?" he asked, looking around the clearing.

Michael was frustrated. He couldn't understand why Lady Swan was being difficult. If she wasn't careful, she was going to get them all killed. "Lady Swan abandoned the horse several miles ago," Michael stated.

"If he can't provide the horse as evidence, then his story has no merit," Isabella interjected, hoping the Scotsman would take her side.

Edward sensed the woman was lying or at least not telling the entire truth, but he could see how desperate she was to get away from the man. She clearly didn't want to marry this Baron and who could blame her? He was English and since Edward didn't like the English he was more than happy to help her get out of this mess.

"You will get on your horses and go home," Edward ordered the soldiers. "The Lady won't be returning with you."

When Michael began to protest Edward's men unsheathed their swords. "I suggest you heed my warning."

Michael and his men reluctantly mounted their horses and headed back the way they had come, unarmed.

Isabella grabbed her skirts and bowed at the savage. "I thank you kind Sir for assisting me, it was most kind, but if you will excuse me. I must be going."

"Where is it you're going, Lass?" Edward asked, curious.

"To visit a sick relative," Isabella lied. She bowed to him once more before gathering her skirts and hurrying away.

"Not so quick, Lass," Edward called out. "Where does this relative stay?" He didn't believe there was one.

"A few miles from here," Isabella replied, undeterred by his question.

"In which direction," he smirked.

Isabella sighed. She knew she had been caught out now, but she wasn't about to admit defeat to the savage. "That way," she said, pointing to the west.

Edward and his men laughed. "Nay Lass, there is nothing out that way, but moors and bogs."

"Well, perhaps my relative lives in a bog," Isabella muttered, picking up her skirts and walking away.

She didn't get far before the savage came after her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up to his mount. There was no way he could leave her out here, alone. She was coming home with him.