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Whatever possessed me to think I could really be part of their world, especially since I obviously didn't meet any of their high standards. Why, nobody had even approached me the whole time I'd been there; it was almost as if I didn't exist at all to them, and no wonder. For of course they were all Immortals, chosen out of the untold billions of humankind through all times and places for what purpose I didn't know, but was sure it was for something very grand, something that might even decide the fate of the entire world itself. Me, I was just a plain, ordinary mortal, destined to live a short, dull and *very* lonely life, and that was all...
Suddenly everyone left the dance floor as trumpets blew a royal fanfare. "Presenting the esteemed Lord of the Highlands, Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod!" declared a herald, and everyone bowed low and dropped their eyes to the floor. I quickly followed suit, curtseying as deeply as I was able, and silently wondered if he would ignore me as everyone else had- it wouldn't surprise me a bit if he did...
I felt a gentle touch on my cheek, and a deep, sexy voice tinged with an elusive Scottish burr said, "Good evening, my lady. Would you like to dance with me tonight?" Hesitantly I looked up into the deep, compelling brown eyes of Duncan MacLeod himself, my own blue ones widening as I took in his wonderfully handsome features. The smile he gave me was so sweet and so charming that I knew I couldn't help but say yes. The music began again and he swept me into a close embrace. As we danced, I was acutely aware of the gentle but firm feel of his arms around me, the intense warmth of his gaze, and the ripple of his muscles under the fine silk, velvet and leather of his elegant clothes. He beamed affectionately at me whenever I shyly looked up at him and I felt myself tingle all through my body at the sudden knowledge that this incredibly hansome man- this brave, fearless warrior Immortal- actually seemed to care for me...and that, somehow, we were abruptly all alone in the room. He bent down to whisper in my ear as the music ended and his long, wavy, dark hair lightly tickled my cheek. "I love you, my lady Becky. I've always loved you..."
His lips lightly brushed my ear, then my cheek. "Please, sweet Becky. Be my lady, my true love forever. I need you so very much, my lady..." he said softly before lightly touching his lips to mine.
"Oh yes, Duncan, yes. I will be your lady forever. I love you so much..." was all I managed to whisper before blissfully melting into his embrace and losing myself in his deep eyes and soft, passionate kisses... And then, of course, the alarm sounded and I woke up. Rats!!! Here's to hoping I dream of him again...
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