You were the only child of British General Howe. You were being escorted to housing that your father deemed safe while he went to battle. Your carriage was jacked, and that’s the last thing you remember. You woke up, lying in a horse drawn cart, your escorts, unconscious. You were tied at the wrists and ankles. You look up towards your captor. He had curly hair in a bun..but his back faced you, so you couldn’t see his face. You didn’t know whether or not to alert him of your awareness yet..