Marjorie Bruce, newly-crowned Princess of Scotland and daughter of feared Scottish warrior King Robert the Bruce, is about to witness the English invasion into Scottish territory.
After she and her stepmother are ambushed by the English military leader, Aymer de Valence, and taken to back to England, it is up to one of the King’s men, Archibald Douglas, to return Marjorie to her father without harm. With the help of friends along the way, Marjorie is trained to become the finest warrior Scotland has ever seen.
Along the way, she learns secrets about her father’s legitimacy to the crown. Marjorie is about to find out what it means to be Scottish, and how important she is to the survival of the Scottish crown. But first, she will need to survive the war, and that will take all the courage and soldiers she can get.
Spirit of Fire is the first book in Emmerson Brand's historical fiction series, set in medieval Scotland during the Wars of Independence. If you're a fan of Diana Gabaldon's Highlander series, you will devour this beautiful tale of mystery and passion.
From the journal of Marjorie Bruce
26th of March, 1306
Today was such an exciting day. We left early this morning on horseback into Scone for my father's coronation. Old Bishop William de Lamberton was there performing the ceremony that made my father the newly crowned king of Scotland. My stepmother Elizabeth was anointed as the king's consort, and I was not forgotten either. I was the last to be crowned. I am finally royalty, like Aunt Isabel.
I was not born a princess, so I have not the vaguest idea of how to act. Supposedly we have to act proper and roam the courtyards with servants by our sides and guards protecting us from everything that causes us even a little harm.
Soon after the coronation, we received a letter from my father's military advisor. It seems that he is to go to war very soon. I do hate it when he does, as it gets very boring in the household. There is no one to lighten up its doorways. As well, there is always a notion that he may not return, perishing in battle, and that thought is not appropriate for such a young girl like me to have.
Elizabeth, my stepmother, is seventeen. She has long, delicate red hair, much like that of a fox. Father always says that red hair is the trait of the Scots, and soon the world will be overrun with Scotsmen alike. Elizabeth's body shape has not yet been ruined by the marks of childbearing, and everything about her is tender, gentle, and soft.
I cannot compare her to Mother as I had never met her, not once. I prefer to believe that she was as beautiful as Elizabeth is. It is quite upsetting. I was her only bairn, and I do not have friends except for the poor slave girl Emmeline.
Already translated. Translated by Elisabetta Borghi
Already translated. Translated by Itzayana Cobos