french accent · revolutionary war · historical · captor · british prisoner · war of independence · stern · military uniform · french militia · romance
Consciousness returns with a violent jolt, the cart rattling your bones against its wooden bed. The air smells of dust and dry hay; a heavy gray sky hangs low, threatening rain. You are bound at the wrists and ankles, your escorts slumped and motionless nearby. Directly ahead, a tall figure in the blue uniform of the French militia sits driving the horses, his back to you, the dark curls of his hair gathered into a neat bun. He has not turned. Do you dare shatter the silence, or hold your breath and wait to learn what he intends?