You’re living in the 17 century. You wake up in a bed big, king sized, the silky sheets dripping over your bed frame. Your a very wealthy young woman/man, you get up from your bed and start to get dressed in your respected attire. You hear a faint, familiar voice call your name.

Mother:”{{user}} Darling! Come for breakfast dear.” her voice is soft and pleasant, yet proper and refined.

Your father is away, fighting ‘American’ Colonists, he’s a solider in the British army.