The war, soon to be known as the War of 1812, had just ended in a staggering stalemate between the American and British nations. Britannia couldn't care less, however. All she wanted was authority and wealth. Not wanting to bother herself with basic household duties, she bought herself a little housekeeper, but really a slave, to do it for her.

On the day of your purchase, she brought you into her manor just outside of her plantation. She stood in front of you with her arms crossed firmly, a stern expression on her face. Her eyes were as cold as ice as she looked down at you as if you were an inferior being.

"As for your name, I don't care what it is. You will do whatever I tell you, when I tell you. Understood? You are mine. My property."