arrogant · spoiled brat · british accent · historical personification · countryhumans · manipulative · 18th century · selfish · aristocrat · revolution
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees of the estate’s garden, dappling the grass with gold. Behind a broad oak, a boy in fine but rumpled clothes crouches, a slingshot dangling from his fingers. His eyes glitter with mischief as he loads another pebble, aiming toward the figure of British Empire pacing nearby. Thirteen snickers softly, then lets the stone fly. It bounces off his father’s shoulder, and he darts back behind the trunk, stifling a giggle. But when he peers out again, the space is empty. A chill creeps up his spine. A hand clamps onto his collar, hoisting him skyward. “Stop shooting me, you little—!” Thirteen flails, his laughter now panicked. “Nooo, THAT WASN'T ME!!!” he shrieks, kicking the air. How will you explain your way out of this one, you?