Author's Note: I realize that this chapter used to be chapter thirteen, but it was meant to be fourteen! Somehow I managed to write a chapter about Charlotte's dinner with the colonel and then not upload it! I am really sorry about that, but it is up now, so please check it out! Thank you, as always, for reading, and for your patience!

Chapter Fourteen:

Once I had reached my room, I changed quickly out of Abigail's dress. As beautiful as it was, it was still not very comfortable. I put on my nightgown on and sat down on my bed, contemplating all of the events that had unfolded since my capture.

I couldn't decide how I felt about Colonel Tavington. I had started out his prisoner, and I had hated him for it. But the longer I was around him, and the more he treated me as though I were a real human being, I couldn't help but feel somewhat attracted to him.

Abigail had said that once you got past the brute on the outside, and gotten to know the man on the inside, Colonel Tavington was a rather likeable person. I accepted that. The only thing that worried me was that I was afraid I might grow to do more than just like Colonel Tavington.

I heard a knock on my door. "Who is it?" I called.

"It's Abigail," came the reply. I smiled. I had expected this. Even though Abigail had her own life to tend to, she always managed to show up when I needed her.

"Come in," I called, no longer caring whether or not she saw me in naught but me nightgown.

She opened the door and entered, her swollen belly leading the way into my room.

"Well?" she asked, eagerly.

"Well what?" I said, even though I knew perfectly well what she was asking.

"Well how was dinner with the colonel?" Abigail urged.

"It was…" I thought about it. "Honestly, it was sort of awkward," I admitted.

"Really? How so?"

"Well…I don't know. It just seemed like we didn't really know what to talk about, so we sort of…oh, I don't know, Abigail! How was your evening?"

Abigail laughed at me, and then answered, "Other than the pain I am having in my back, my evening was quite lovely, thank you. I stayed in my room and rested for a while."

"You didn't get bored?" I teased.

"No," she answered, thoughtfully. "When you're pregnant, nothing is boring anymore. I'm sure it'll be even worse once I have the little thing." She patted her stomach lovingly.

"You look tired," I said, noticing the black circles under her eyes.

"I am," she admitted. "The baby never stops moving. It keeps me up at night. My poor husband keeps doing whatever he can to help, even staying up at night with me, but nothing helps."

I nodded, sympathetically.

She eyed me for a moment, and then said, "I'm not the only one who looks tired tonight."

I smiled. "What time is it?" I asked her.

"Very late. Past midnight, I think. I heard someone coming up the stairs, an it sounded like they stopped at your room, so I figured I would come over and see if it was you. I may go back to bed, though."

"You probably should," I advised.

She nodded. "Alright then. Goodnight, Charlotte." She turned and headed to the doorway. Just before she left the room, she turned around to face me once again, and said, "Oh, and Charlotte. Don't worry so much about things with the colonel. I have known him a while, and I see things."

And with that one thought provoking sentence, she left my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the still unfamiliar walls that surrounded me.