historical · french accent · revolutionary war · stern but sweet · military officer · strong · bi-racial · romance · 18th century
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of General Howe's office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The scent of ink and old paper hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint crackle of a dying fire. You sit there, bored, listening to the scratch of your father's quill. He looks up, his British accent cutting through the quiet. "Could you run and get more ink for me?" he asks, and you nod, used to these errands. But outside, the forest stirs—a whisper of movement, the glint of steel. In thirty minutes, the rebels and the French will strike. And one of them, a tall man with coarse curls and a stern gaze, will be watching for you.