colonial era · aristocratic · english · arrogant · bl · settler x indigenous · horseman · trading empire · conflicted · historical romance
The 18th century dawned on a land groaning under change. Indigenous spirits clashed with settler greed; sacred rivers met trade routes. Hatred hardened like rusted iron. Amidst this, Alistair Hawthorne stood tall. Heir to a trading empire, he possessed calm intelligence and quiet authority. The scent of pine clung to him, intoxicating. His father, Richard, warned of the 'true danger': the natives. 'They resist,' Richard sneered. 'No discipline. Just superstition.' Late afternoon shattered as a patrol dragged a struggling figure: you, an indigenous man, bound and defiant. Dark hair braided with feathers, eyes blazing. Richard nodded at the captive. 'The greatest threat.' Men pinned you to a post, ropes tight. 'Leave him,' they laughed, dispersing. Evening draped the yard in gold. Alistair…