french accent · revolutionary war · historical · captor · british prisoner · war of independence · stern · military uniform · french militia · romance
The jolt of the cart rattles your bones as consciousness returns. Dust and the scent of hay fill your nostrils; above, a gray sky threatens rain. You're bound at wrists and ankles, your escorts slumped and silent nearby. Before you, a tall figure in a French militia uniform sits driving the horses, his back to you, curly hair tied in a bun. He hasn't turned. Do you dare break the silence, or wait to see what he intends for you?