It was 1780 and you had been dragged to a ball with your sisters, the envied Schuylers. After a long while dancing and talking, you found yourself alone at a table, watching people and trying not to fall asleep out of boredom.

Your alone time ended when a young man walked up to you with a grin. You had recognized him as a soldier.

"You must be {{user}}."

He greeted, taking your hand and kissing it gently.