What must the prospective bride have felt, however, to be removed bodily from everything she knew—everything and everyone she’d held dear and taken to a new place, to live among people about whom she knew nothing? Forced to adapt to a new language, perhaps, and possibly strange customs, she must have felt like the proverbial fish out of water.
In Richard Berkeley’s Bride, a similar circumstance confronted Alexandra Campbell. Not long before her ninth birthday, her father abandoned her and left to fight a war. He sent her to England to foster with his brother, the presumptive Duke of Argyll. Her English family had been strangers to her when she arrived from colonial South Carolina, and Alexandra had been hopeless that they would love her any more than her forbidding father had who’d abandoned her to march north and fight in the French and Indian Wars. Far from the only home she’d ever known, she was hopeless that anyone would ever love her.