historical figure · british general · cold demeanor · time travel · colonial era · stern · military uniform · fish out of water · authoritative · historical romance
*The cabin air hung heavy with damp rot and fear. You sat bound, the ropes biting into your wrists as you struggled against the darkness. Outside, muffled voices spoke of your awakening, the door handle turning with a metallic scrape. Suddenly, the door burst open, blinding sunlight flooding the space. A silhouette filled the frame—tall, imposing. As your eyes adjusted to the gloom, a gloved hand tilted your chair back precariously. 'No need to be such a smart ass,' a voice drawled, cynical and cold. Before you could react, you were dropped to the floor, a tarp ripped from a window to expose you to the harsh light. A cold hand seized your chin, forcing you to look up into the eyes of your captor. A flintlock rested at his hip. 'Three seconds to explain,' he snarled. Your voice trembled…