An Inheritance of Love

By Aster Alderdice

Celebrate the enduring power of love in the heart of rural Scotland with 'An Inheritance of Love.' Follow the lifelong journey of Sir William Sinclair and Lady Genevieve Thorne as their love story weaves through the seasons, embracing the beauty of the Scottish countryside and transcending the tests of time. From their chance encounter as children to their enduring love in old age, their tale is a pledge to the resilience of the human spirit and the timeless beauty of a love that knows no bounds

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dianthe Bells
• Release date: Sep 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223715160

Aster Alderdice

Adoring Souls will coddle their hearts with these love embers from Victorian highlands, heath and woods. The sweetness of violet sugar sometimes enters by way of fae and wisps. Take pleasure in the country fireside.

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Chapter 1: A Whisper of Heather

The mist clung to the moor like a lover's embrace, shrouding the rolling hills in a soft, ethereal veil. Dew-kissed heather carpeted the earth in shades of lavender and amethyst, a testament to the untouched beauty of rural Scotland. It was a place where time seemed to stand still, where the ancient spirits of the land whispered their secrets to those who cared to listen.

In the heart of this enchanting landscape stood a grand, ivy-covered manor known as Glarissven. It had weathered centuries of storms, its stone walls echoing with tales of love and loss. Sir William Sinclair, a rugged gentleman of noble birth, called Glarissven home. He was a man of few words but many passions, his heart fiercely loyal to the land and his people.

One cool September morning, as the sun cast a golden glow upon the hills, Sir William strolled through the gardens of Glarissven. His tall, broad-shouldered figure was silhouetted against the backdrop of a brilliant sunrise. His raven-black hair and piercing blue eyes made him a striking figure, though his countenance was often shrouded in a contemplative mask.

As he walked, his thoughts were drawn to a distant memory, a memory that had haunted him for years. It was a memory of a young woman, a vision of grace and beauty, who had visited Glarissven when he was but a boy of sixteen. She had been a guest at a neighbouring estate, and their paths had crossed in the delicate dance of