Chapter Thirteen


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A/N: This is a shortie chapter! I'll post another one right after this, how 'bout that?


Tavington was called into Cornwallis' room early that morning. He knew something was wrong when he saw his face. He sat.

"Colonel Tavington, can you explain to me what happened last night?" he asked, tapping his fingers on his desk.

"Nothing, my lord," Tavington responded.

"That's not what this young lady says," said Cornwallis, Patricia stepping out from behind him.

Tavington sighed.

"My lord, this girl has been suggesting she love me for about two months now. I only kissed her, and it was to satisfy her desire. I assure you," and he looked at Patricia, darkly, "It won't happen again."

Cornwallis pounded his fist on the table. "It most certainly will not! This is the most disgraceful thing I've seen in years! From now on, if I see you two even near each other, you both will be dismissed and Patricia, you will be hanged!" he yelled, spit flying, face red. Tavington sat, emotionless.

Cornwallis pointed at him. "And you of all people!"

"Forgive me, my lord," Tavington asked, not really caring for forgiveness one way or another.

Cornwallis turned around to face Patricia. "And, you, don't ever make contact with him again! Showing affections in public! Don't you know he-"

"My lord," Tavington reminded him sternly, cutting off his sentence. Cornwallis watched him for a moment, then resumed his posture. "Very well," he said, "You may go." Patricia left.

Cornwallis looked at Tavington. "About that... When is it?"

"April 17th," Tavington said, getting ready to leave, "But don't tell the girl."

"I won't."