From New York Times bestselling author Tracy Anne Warren comes the second novel in an enchanting new trilogy about three princesses brought together by friendship and fate. This is Princess Mercedes’s story…
While journeying home from Scotland, Princess Mercedes of Alden’s coach is set upon and her personal guard killed. Barely escaping with her life, she seeks help at a nearby inn. But with no money and looking little better than a beggar, the townsfolk think her claims of being a princess to be nothing more than a far-fetched tale. Utterly forsaken, Mercedes wonders what is to become of her.
After years of soldiering, dispossessed Laird Daniel MacKinnon is finally coming home. At an inn he is confronted by a bedraggled young woman claiming to be of royal blood. Daniel doesn’t believe her wild tale, but when she asks for his protection, he agrees to serve as her bodyguard – in turn she promises to reward him handsomely once they reach London.
But Mercedes is still being pursued by ruthless hunters whose motives remain unclear. As the danger increases, so does the desire she and Daniel feel for each other, until the two of them must face the greatest danger of all – falling in love.
I found this buried in a box, under a box of shoes, in a corner of my bedroom. I have no idea why I own it or where it came from, but after watching days of live feed of Ukrainians being shot by their own government, I figured something about an imaginary princess from a fake country being rescued by a Highlander might be just what I needed.
Her Highness and the Highlander promises exactly what you expect from the cover and blurb. However, if you’re looking for anything even remotely historically accurate, you’d better move swiftly on by.
This is the second in a series, and while I’ve read some reviews that said it was too confusing to start here, I’d disagree. The concept of a bunch of princesses from made-up countries, at boarding school in the Scottish Highlands, was easy enough to figure out.
The fact we meet our heroine, Mercedes (forgotten all her titles) on her way home from school should be an immediate indicator as to her maturity. She’s incredibly naïve and incredibly sheltered. I did really like that (at least at the start) she had all the airs and graces of royalty. They did disappear pretty fast, but at least at the beginning she didn’t just jump into regular life and immediately be competent at everything.
Quite a lot of this book reminded me of a Disney movie. It’s pretty, it has pretty characters, and there’s not really anything about it that resembles Regency Britain. It’s a fantasy of the early nineteenth century (as many books with Highlander heroes seem to be).
Additionally, don’t pay too close attention to the timeline, as our lead characters are married before they even know each other.
The anachronisms were many and spread from start to finish. It’s 1816, and characters are addressing each other by their first names – and right from the outset. The first night hero and heroine know each other (and the second and third and fourth nights, also) they share a bed because she has nightmares. Everyone speaks in very modern English with very modern concepts (for example, ‘personal space’ – a concept first described in 1966!) – and there’s such an overuse of gotten it became very distracting.
Also, for some strange reason, though English isn’t the heroine’s first language (we’re never told what it is, or anything else about the country she’s from), even when she is calling out in her sleep it’s always in English.
If you like old-school historical romance, with the young and naïve heroine, the big tough heroic man guarding her, fake nobility and lots of gallivanting about the British countryside, this is for you.
I wish I could say it was for me, but I suppose I need more of a feel of history in order to really like a book in this genre.