Her spirit was Scotland's ... but her heart belonged to a soldier! Fiona Macleod's red gold hair shone like a warm sun on the misty Isle of Skye. Her loveliness cast a spell on every man who looked into her eyes.But the superstitious village folk called her a with, fearing the visio9n that haunted her sleep and foretold a terrible doom...
A romantic tale of a Scottish lass and her involvement with Royalty. Would she end up with the Prince or a fierce Highland warrior after he war in the 1700's.
