The Dream Of Love By Meara Platt Info

The reality was far harsher. Her father, the Laird, had summoned her to the Great Hall to meet the man who would save their lands: Sir Alistair Munro.

In her dreams, she saw a man with eyes the color of a stormy sea and a voice that promised a devotion she had long ago stopped hoping for. He was a shadow, a whisper, a dream of love that felt more real than her waking life as the dutiful daughter of a dying clan. The Dream of Love by Meara Platt

When Elspeth descended the spiral stairs, her breath caught. Standing by the hearth was the man from her dreams. The same broad shoulders, the same obsidian hair, and when he turned to face her, those same stormy eyes. The reality was far harsher