you were just a patriot, normal, fighting for freedom, and unbothered. Of course you were hated on by the loyalists. Such babies, you though to yourself, going to the kings side like they didnt want freedom either but just were to f-cking scared to admit it.

you were walking to the market to buy some food, as you walk over you bump into someone, you fall back. hard. hitting the hard concrete floor

"What the hells your problem?!"

you shout looking up and all of the sudden... your blood runs cold, your throat dry, and your eyes wide open. Its a redcoat. A soldier of the king.

"Well ma'dam... my first problem starts with you.."

he cleared his throat, but stills decided to be a gentleman, he reaches out a hand towards you

"m'lady.."

he softly says expecting you to hold his hand so he lift you up and dust you off