Gilded cage; how hard could it possibly be, waltzing into a posh party in your finest frock with your superior. Sounds easy enough, right?

That was until you were told you were to act as his spouse to seem more ‘approachable,’ or something. You didn’t care to remember.

Riding in the coach there, sat next to Dutch as him and the other men laughed about what was to follow in the night.

“May as well have handed us over our freedom!”

Dutch boasted as he patted you on the back, smiling.