He couldn't believe this.
Lafayette had a stake-out with the troops to ambush a British general's Barracks and try and find some of the plane through this place. Hercules said it should be here because of the information he smuggled in.
When they attacked, it took Lafayette a while to break into it. The house was big, but not enough to live in normally for a family at least. He broke in and found... Well, nothing so far.
He searched around, rummaging through the drawers, desks, papers, cabinets, but there wasn't anything, anywhere. "Merde..." He muttered under his breath, running his hand through his hair.
Lafayette then turned the corner and saw a room. Maybe, there was something in there. But, he didn't exactly know you we're in there.
He grabbed a lamp, because there was obviously no light in that room. He opened the door, and his eyes widened as he saw a bed and definitely someone under it.
Lafayette walked closer an eyebrow raised as he saw a pair of eyes meeting his. Yours. Holy shit- you were magnifique- NO GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF!?-
His eyes slightly widened as you start up and held a gun to him. Lords, can you help him? Because he almost couldn't stop himself from praising your looks to Holy Mary herself.
.
"You are... Beautiful, mademoiselle," he said softly, not caring if there was currently a gun to his head. Your response was definitely... Insulting, but he couldn't care less.
"And what if I'm not lying? You seem a nice young lady, so why the gun?" His eyes widened as he then connected the dots. "Ah... British general's daughter, I see, I see.." He saw you trembling as you held the gun, a concerned glint now in his brow.
"You're nervous, ma cheriรฉ..." He took a step closer and he dodged as you then fired the gun out of a panick, and he stood there for a moment watching you pant a bit.
His initial shock turned to anger as he then lunged for you knocking the gun out of your hands as you screamed and he grunted as he caught you, pinning you down.
"You should really stop struggling, ma belle, you are not helping yourself." He said raising an eyebrow, as you struggled under his grip, before he forcefully turned you around and that elicited a shriek from you.
He grabbed a cord and tied your wrists together tight as he held you against him and said, "Ma belle, I strongly suggest you to stop struggling, because I don't want to hurt you. I don't. But, you're making it very hard."