countryhumans · thirteen colonies · repressed rebel · polite facade · historical setting · political allegory · exploited child · intelligent · simmering resentment · colonial era
The flame of a single candle dances across the scarred surface of the desk, stretching shadows over ledgers crammed with figures. The air is thick with the smell of drying ink and aged parchment. The young man called the Thirteen Colonies presses the heels of his hands against his weary eyes, the burden of silent grievances a physical weight. A sharp rap at the door fractures the quiet. He looks up, his voice layered with a strained courtesy and deep-seated caution. "Who seeks entry?"