I am in love with the girl's eyes.
"Colonel, something wrong?"
"No…No, Private. I'm fine. It must be the heat getting to me, I can't see how these colonials can stand it. I suppose its something in bad blood that lets them thrive in the tropics. But…Never mind. Go back to your post."
Green. Not like a bawdy emerald or dull colored moss but sea-colored. Like the ocean seen from Irish cliffs at dawn.
"Are you sure Colonel? You seem a bit pale-"
"Obey me immediately, Private, or your position is soon to be in jeopardy."
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir."
What hair! Long but thick and curled. Warm, golden honey.
"I'm sorry, sir, but is something the matter?"
No, it is the voice that is honey.
"No, miss. All is fine. Get back in line with your fellow prisoners."
She can't be left in that crowd. Too dangerous with those hideous rebel men. They might…can't even think it.
"Actually, there is something. My men need a new cook and something about you makes me think you'd be an apt candidate."
I'm sure she can do other things well too…But ah, I cannot even think of this woman in that light. How many have I taken without even their consent and yet I cannot bear even a simple fantasy of her, lest I offend her!"
"That would be lovely, sir. My name is Leah Stontix, I used to be a cook in Washington's army."
Washington! Curse that name and all associates…Yet such a gentle face!
"Ah, I see. Well, you no doubt would like to turn over a new leaf, aye?"
"Yes, sir."
"My name in Colonel William Tavington, and welcome to the good side."
She shall accept!
"Tavington? Not…No, I won't believe!
"What is the matter? Tavington is my name, does it precede me?"
"Indeed! You let loose your men on Thraxton, my village! They burnt it to the ground, killed my child-brothers and raped my sister!
"Maybe you've got a different Tavington in mind?"
*Slap*
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Poor ol' Tavington...Please review! I haven't written all that much on fanfic yet and I can always use helpful criticism.