Blood of My Blood | Star-Crossed Lovers Meet | Love Love

It's not usual for a lady to meet a strange man without a chaperone. Yet here you are. I didn't wish to be rude. I simply came to say farewell and that I cannae stay. No, please. Stay. Even if just for a moment. I do only have your honour, your virtue, questioned. Maybe today, the bridge could be your chaperone. But you stay on that side. And I'll remain here. Very well. I'll stay. But only for a moment. Well, with the little time we have, let me remove an obstacle. I never asked your name. Ellen. I'm Brian. Do you have a surname, Brian? I do. Of course I do. But you haven't told me yours. Ellen Mackenzie. Of Leo. You do not approve? No, it's... I'm Brian. Fraser. Bastard son of Simon Fraser. Formerly Lord Lovett of Beaufort. Presently of Leathers. It is unfortunate. It is. I must admit, since... our encounter, I've tried to forget you. Strange. I could do nothing but think of you. You've haunted my every thought. I didn't say I succeeded. Forgive my boldness. I had to touch you. That's more than your pants. Am I too bold? You sure I don't have a place across the bridge? No. What can we do? My father detested yours. My brothers... surely will not allow it. Allow us. I'm sure your father will be of like mind. There'll be more obstacles ahead. Many. No doubt. Where do we go from here? Then the cure of its fate. The vain intervention that brought us together. If I had to bargain with the devil himself... to spend a moment more with you... I would.