Lady Mairead by Diana Knightley

I ran. I ran as if my life depended on it — I dinna ken what had happened tae him.
The men who surrounded us, including my brother the Earl of Breadalbane, had ripped me from his arms. They told me I would never see him again. They told me that he would die for having met with me in secret, for having sworn tae marry me, for taking me tae his bed.
I raced through the gates and made it tae my mother’s chambers and dropped tae my knees in front of her. “Please, I beg of ye, help me.”