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Disclaimer, I don't own anyone out of the patriot and I don't own the patriot, Sophie is my creation only.

That night Sophie awoke from a horrifying dream. She dreamt her family was burnt in their beds, while the Colonel watched, laughing. She woke in a cold sweat shaking, breathless and frightened. She let out a sigh of relief and hugged her knees.

Thinking back to the events during the day she pondered deeply. So the Colonel turned out to be a vicious monster after all, Sophie scolded herself over obsessing over him. Frowning she shook her head clear of any more thoughts of him and turned and with that went back asleep.

The following morning Sophie was woken by her mother. "Sophie dear, get dressed we are visiting today" Sophie cracked open and eye lid, "I have not eaten breakfast yet" she protested. "Don't be silly girl, missing one meal wont kill you, now get dressed and meet me at the front door" and with that she left.

Ellie, one of the maids appeared to help Sophie dress, though Sophie has still not left the vicinity of the bed. "Miss Sophie you really must get up or your mother shall be very cross" she warned. Sophie groaned, the sinking feeling in her chest only meant one thing. "Who is my mother going to see" "the Broadfields I do believe" Sophie emitted another long groan and hauled herself from bed; this would be a very long day indeed.

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Staring out the carriage window Sophie was trying to drown out the ramblings of her mother. Mrs. Jameson had been harping on about how Sophie had missed out on marrying the eldest Broadfield, now a distinguished major in the British army. Sophie rolled her eyes; this topic would forever haunt her. The two only sons of the Broadfields were officers as Mrs. Broadfields side of the family had a long military history and she was adamant her sons would follow suit.

Mrs. Broadfield was a staunch loyalist, raised in the wealthiest part of London, which implanted in her the idea she was better then everyone else. Mr. Broadfield was a pacifist at heart and owned his own shipping company which made him the wealthiest man in the area. Sophie's mother had known Mrs. Broadfield since they were ten and were the closest of friends which was a curse on Sophie. The women had decided a marriage between the two families was ideal but to the dream was short lived as Sophie had put her foot down about the whole thing.

As the carriage drew up outside Broadfield House Sophie saw Mrs. Broadfield emerge from the foyer. As soon as they got out of the carriage and made their way towards her Mrs. Jameson was already gossiping, there was always scandal being discussed between those two, though they would never admit to something as common.

"My dear I think we shall have tea out in the gardens today" announced Mrs. Broadfield, which Sophie's mother completely agreed with. Making their way to the splendid gardens that Mr. Broadfield took great pride in, Sophie marveled at the beauty of the flowers that she saw along the way, she loved the gardens just as much as Mr. Broadfield and the two would discuss it many a time.

Sitting to her mothers left, Sophie was ignored for the most part of half an hour until the subject of Sophie's birthday cropped up. "The seventeenth?" inquired Mrs. Broadfield, "why that is next week! What plans do you have Louisa?" "We were thinking of a little get together" replied Mrs. Jameson. "Little?" smirked Mrs. Broadfield, "my dear, our little Sophie is turning twenty; she must be introduced to higher society as soon as possible!"

"Oh I do agree but you know what her father is like" sighed Mrs. Jameson, Sophie frowned, she did not like anyone complaining about her father. "A spectacular event must be arranged! We shall hold a birthday ball for Sophie right here! I shall event all the most honorable people I know, Sophie must mix with the right sort" "oh too true" agreed Mrs. Jameson, "she's been cooped up on that farm for too long, I mean how shall she ever get married!"

Sophie rolled her eyes once again. They were back to the marriage topic again. For the following two hours the older women discussed Sophie's impending birthday ball though Sophie was not consulted once, which suited her just fine as she hated balls. So many judgmental, vain people in one place gave Sophie a headache. Now she would have them around her and to make matters worse she would not even know most of them.

When it came time to return home Sophie positively rushed to the carriage. "Good bye my dear, I shall visit you tomorrow to discuss our plans" confirmed Mrs. Broadfield. The two exchanged farewells and soon the carriage was moving.

"Is it not fantastic Sophie!" beamed her mother; "terrific" was the reply. "So many distinguished people, so many bachelors" Mrs. Jameson's head was nearly spinning. The whole way home she ignored her mothers waffling, though occasionally throwing in a "I do agree" to show she was paying attention.

Staring glumly at the passing country side Sophie dreaded the ball, she hoped in her heart her father might object and it would be cancelled. But things were just not going to go her way………………

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