Two souls in exile reach for refuge in one another.

At the hall of a Scottish chief deep in the western Highlands, a bard sings and plays on his harp, spinning tales to the gathered company. Amid the leaping torches and flickering candles, he has finished telling one story, but his listeners beg for more. So with beauty in his voice and magic in his fingers, he weaves on.

It is an old tale, that of a father sending each of three sons to accomplish a seemingly impossible task. When Adair MacMurtray is sent to the wild kingdom of Dalriada, in Scotland, to claim his father’s lands there, he does not see how he can succeed. That is before he lays eyes on Bradana MacCaigh, for love of whom he discovers he might well accomplish anything.

Bradana has been searching all her life for a missing piece of herself. Not till she sets eyes on Adair the exile does she begin to suspect where that piece might be found.

But she’s betrothed to another, and it will take a long trail of doubt, fear, and hardship before she learns whether fate will favor her desire.