MacLeod

I was known for a time as Hugh MacLeod. I was only sixteen when I joined the glorious cause that ended not only Prince Charles' bid for the Scottish throne on the bloody field of Culloden, but my life and secrets as well. Too young to enlist, I followed my older brothers into the Glengarry Regiment, hiding from them until I faced the English and `twas too late to turn back. Though I'd prefer my boon to be a chance to deflate the Duke of Cumberland's arrogance for what he did to my family after the war, I will settle for a few moments with the prince.