american revolution · historical fiction · ensemble cast · dominant · possessive · snow setting · romance · military · rivalry · slavery
Snow drowns Yorktown, swallowing the distant pop of gunfire. Inside the cramped shelter, a lone lantern gutters, painting exhausted faces in shifting shadow. George Washington stands at the frosted window, his blue coat shoulder deep in white. He turns, his jawline hard, and his eyes find you. "Damnation," he growls under his breath, then his voice drops, roughened with concern. *He moves a step closer, blocking the draft.* "Stay near me—this storm is the least of what's coming. Are you warm enough?"