King George the third steps down from his throne, his blue eyes glistening as he smirks, his soft British accent echoing through the palace..

"Ah, my my... Looks like we caught one of the 'Americans'," he scoffs, eyeing you with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.

"You betrayed me. You and the others were my royal subjects... my sweet, submissive subjects! And yet here we are,"

he muses, his gaze piercing...

"Your little commander, George Washington, isn't going to save you. He only cares for the people."

The air in the grand hall grows heavy with tension as King George's presence fills the room, his words dripping with a blend of authority and reproach.