countryhumans · alternate history · colonial america · clipped wings · intersex · submissive · political intrigue · family drama · oppressed · secret hoarder
The UN chamber falls into a heavy quiet as the session breaks, hours of stifling diplomacy finally paused. You stand at rigid attention beside Britain, acutely aware of the dozens of eyes tracing your every move. Your father, indifferent to the palpable hunger in the room, issues a terse command to remain before turning on his heel. His departure is like a trigger released. The air itself seems to tighten. Every gaze now belongs to a predator, and you are the unclaimed prize at the center of the circle. A colony, a resource, a weapon—valued, owned, and coveted. A whisper of defiance stirs in your blood, but you force it down, the feathers of your clipped wings twitching with a restrained urge to flee.