Hehe... This story is fun. Very fun. Heehee. And I plotted all of it out today! I can finish this one soon, I think! Now, make sure to keep track of all of Sarah's suitors, there's so many. Lol... And half of them have no lines! LOL! Wheeeeeee!

**Sarah POV**

Dear Mother,

Uddony was, as he always has been, a disgusting man. He peeked in on me while I was changing and then lied and said that he had seen James tying up my corset. Can you believe that, Mother?

I'm personally rather glad he's gone. But, mother, I don't want another suitor.

Oh, and by the way? Uddony drinks, smokes, and gambles heavily. His mind is on dirty things constantly and he is very familiar with the local women both here and there. Anyways, enough about Ugly.

Many things have happened since we last spoke. Cousin Tom died at Lexington and Concord. I despise this war, Mother, I really do.

I looked down at my words and rose to my feet. I looked out the window. A man in a wig and fancy clothes stood at the door, poised to knock. Great. Another suitor fresh from England. James would have to save me from this one too.

However, before I could plan my escape, I heard a knock on my door. I sighed, resigned to my fate.

"Come in," I replied quietly.

It was Henri. The French boy looked happy.

"Sarah, it is time for dinner!" Henri said enthusiastically.

I sighed. Henri looked at me concerned.

"What is wrong, Sarah?" Henri said, accent very thick.

I sighed and looked at my mother's letter.

"Just get James. Bring him in here," I snapped, not wanting to deal with the prospective suitor.

Henri frowned and put a hand on my shoulder.

"But James is not here, mon amie is on assignment," Henri said sadly.

I dropped my head to the desk and started banging it against it. I then turned to Henri.

"Sit as close as possible to me at dinner tonight. Stay with me always," I whispered.

Henri gave me a confused look.

"Are you flirting with me like you always do with James?" Henri asked innocently.

If I was in a better mood, I could've laughed. But instead, I shook my head furiously.

"I do not flirt with James!"

"Do too, Sarah!"

"Do you even know what flirting is, Henri?"

Henri looked at me boastfully. He nodded, a thumb pointed at his chest.

"Oui, I do!"

I narrowed my eyes.

"Oh really, Henri? What is it then?"

Henri grinned.

"It is the look in your eyes and the tone of your voice when you talk to him, how you blush when he touches you.I could go on forever, non? Sarah, I am French, you know, knowledge of love runs in our blood. And it is certain that you love James, Sarah," Henri said thoughtfully.

My cheeks colored. I did not know Henri could be so eloquent. But he was wrong, I didn't love James, I didn't look at him in a certain way or talk to him in a certain way or blush when he touches me. As a matter of fact, I don't like him touching me.

"I do not love James Hiller!" I shrieked.

I clapped my hands over my mouth and spotted the window, quietly opening it and following a smirking Henri down the stairs.

"I do not!"

Henri stuck his tongue out at me.

"Yeah right, Sarah. Who are you kidding?" Henri teased.

I shook my head at the foolish boy and his foolish notions. We walked into the kitchen and sat down awkwardly at the table. Sitting across from me was the latest export. The Duke of Earl, or something like that. I disliked him. He had always been extremely narcissistic.

He began talking about himself right away.

"And so, on my estate, I was hunting this sneaky little wolf. He had been ravaging my cattle for months. So, I chased him for hours. And I caught him and fed him to the pigs. Want to hear about my estate?" The Duke rambled.

He had grated on my last nerve. I smiled politely and stood. Moses looked at me, the smile on his face fake.

"Where are you going, Sarah?" Moses asked curiously.

I faked a smile too.

"I need to freshen up. I'll be right back," I lied.

America was making a liar out of me.

I walked upstairs and slipped out of my window. I landed softly and walked down the dimly lit alleyway. I had nowhere to go. The streets weren't safe at night. Fortunately, I ran into James. However, he was being chased by an angry mob. I sighed.

"James! What did you do now?" I snapped.

James grinned lopsidedly at me and hid behind me. One of the drunken men leered at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Am I just a piece of meat to all of you?" I screamed, frustrated.

The drunks frowned at me.

"Your girlfriend talks too much," One slurred.

The rest agreed. James smirked.

"She does," James grunted.

"We aren't betrothed," I stated, annoyed.

James' smirk widened and he winked at the mob.

"And hopefully never will be," James continued.

I grimaced and dragged James inside. I pushed him up the stairs.

"Ditto to that," I remarked, but paused, "It would be better than marrying these stupid suitors Mother keeps sending, though."

James groaned and we came to the dining room. He devoured the food like he hadn't eaten in days. It was so barbaric.

"So you're Sarah's new suitor, eh?" James said between bites.

The Duke nodded, nose in the air. James rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I am the Duke of Earl and who would you be?" The Duke said pompously.

Sure, the Duke was decent looking, maybe even a little handsome. He was, however, getting on my nerves. James grinned and heartily shook the Duke's hand.

"James Hiller. Nice to meet you," James replied friendlily.

The Duke sniffed.

"Whatever, now go away, Commoner. I would like to speak with my Betrothed now and I dislike people the likes of you interrupting me," The Duke snapped.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back for me. I sighed and leapt up. I pointed directly at The Duke.

"You will leave my place of residence now. Be gone!" I said, more dramatic than necessary.

The Duke left, scowling. Phew. Two down. But I had a feeling that there would be many, many more.

- Loren ;*

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