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A knock on the door brought Charlotte back from daydreaming. She opened the door and Captain Wilkins was standing in the doorframe.
"May I come in?" he asked.
He did not let her answer and he made his way in, closing the door behind him.
"What are you doing here? It is the middle of the night," Charlotte said.
"I could not sleep, you kept occupying my mind."
He came closer, his hands grabbed her waist as he bended down to kiss her. She was surprised and pulled away. Still holding her in his grip, he saw the concern in her eyes.
"Don't tell me you don't want this as much as I do," he said as he resumed his kiss.
He was right. She slid his jacket off his shoulders, never breaking the kiss. He lifted her as she locked her legs behind his back. She moaned as he pushed her back against the wall; his tongue found hers. With his weight pining her to the wall, his hands caressed her legs, her back, her breasts. Intoxicated by her, he laid her down to the ground and took off her nightgown. He took a step back to look at her naked body he dreamed so many times about. He undid the buttons of his pants, freeing his erection. Not losing anytime, he lifted her again against the wall and entered her in one motion. He rocked her back and forth as his breathing shortened. She felt his impatient desire for her and felt light headed.
Suddenly, Charlotte was woken up a by gunshot outside and men welling, horses neighing. It took her several minutes to get out of this dream she had about Wilkins. Her cheeks were flustered and she felt ashamed of having such thoughts. Surely, no one can control their dreams, but she could not believe what happened. Once her breathing resume to normal, she felt her mouth dry. She put a blanket over her shoulders and got downstairs for a glass of water.
Once she got to the kitchen, she looked outside and saw many dragoons walking around in the middle of the night, gun blazing.
"Lady Charlotte, you should return to your room, now."
She turned around and jumped as Wilkins talked to her.
"What is happening, Captain?" she asked.
"The rebel militia was crossing by the land. They probably didn't know the dragoons were here and thought they could pass through without problem. They mostly went away; we are almost done securing the land. Everything should resume to normal soon. But better safe than sorry, I must ask you to go to your bedroom."
The militia could be looking for her, she thought. She felt invaded with fear, her hand holding the glass of water started to tremble. Noticing her distress, he offered his arm and led her upstairs. She thanked him and closed the door. She grabbed her head with both of her hands as she leaned her back on the door. Seeing him in her doorframe, just like the beginning of her dream felt so strange. She shook her head and went to bed, trying her best to sleep.
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Noah Smith had a meeting point with Billings and a handful of men from the militia were looking around to make sure they were not seen. He had to relay information to Martin.
"Hey, long time no see young Smith. Red does suit ya."
"Don't talk to me about it. Have to do what it takes, we all made sacrifices. But you gotta listen carefully to what I have to say, we don't have much time," Smith said.
"How come do you have anything to say anyway? I thought the butcher had you drill every damn day since you joined?"
"Yeah, he sure did. Every man listens without questioning, only because they are afraid of him. But I got another way of getting information. The maid."
"How fucking a maid will help you?" Billings said, suspicious.
"Not just any maid. Charlotte's maid. The French girl."
"Oh I see! And then, what's new?"
"She is here right now, in Wilkins Manor. She will be attending the ball tomorrow."
"So what do you suggest? We shoot her tomorrow? With all officers surrounding the building?"
"No, no need to shoot. She is already turning away from the butcher. The maid told me she did not trusted him anymore. Martin wanted to hurt him, maybe that's the way to go."
"Not so sure, that man has no heart. The woman has to die."
"No you don't understand. She is probably the only thing he cares about, maybe even more than winning this was. If she is dead, it's not enough to play with his mind."
They were interrupted gunshots. The british patrol came close to the wood line and saw one of the man not enough hidden. The goal was not to fight tonight and they did not wanted to uncover Smith backstory. Billings left in a hurry, but before he did, he told Noah that he'll be back tomorrow at the same time for the rest of his report. The ball will be in full bloom, so the british would probably not be as careful as they normally are.
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