The Patriot And The Loyalist's Daughter

Chapter 1

Merida's P.O.V

"Now, Mr. Hutchinson is a very important man, and an old friend of mine. The king himself appointed him Govener. You will not speak, unless spoken to. You will be helpful, and always refill his tea. Stand up straight, and keep your hair in that bonet. Have I made myself clear?" Fergus asked me.

"Yes father." I responded. Ever since the death of my mum and my three brothers, he's been strict, harsh, and distant. I know he's just trying to push me to be the best lady I can be, but I feel so alone.

He nodded."Good. Now go start the tea."

With that, I rushed into the kitchen and began to make Britain's imported tea. I often hear townsfolk and merchants complain about the new tax, and many others. But whenever I ask father about it, he shuts me off, telling me never to listen to those dirty, betraying Patriots. He always says Patriots with such scorn.

I heard a knock on the door, and almost spilled the tea. My father opened the door, and embraced the man standing there."Thomas! Good man, come inside! You just in time for tea!"

"Tea with an old war friend? How could I say no!" He replied. He walked in and took off his hat and clook. He was dressed in such fancy clothes, and sat down at the table with my father.

"Merida! Come in here with that tea!!" My father yelled. I swallowed and walked in with a tray carrying two cups and the tea. I gave them each a cup and fill them.

"Thank you, young lass. Merida was it?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yes."

"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you miss Merida. How old are you nowadays?"

I fought the urge to punch him. "Sixteen."

"Well! That's the same age as my oldest son Jonathan! I'm sure he'd love to meet you!" He told me.

"I would be nice to see Merida wed before I pass." My father commented.

"You're not that old!!" Thomas laughed along with my father. But I couldn't believe they were talking about me as if I wasn't there! And about marriage of all things!!

"If I shall marry, I will do so at my own will, thank you." I said bitterly.

"Merida! Apologize at once!" My father rorted.

"No, it's fine. She speaks her mind! Any man would want that in a wife." Thomas soothed.

"I suppose so." My father said, calming down. He sighed. "That will be all for now, Merida. Thomas and I must talk about things of much importance. Now, be a good lass and go to your room 'till I call you, understood?"
"Understood." I said between my gritted teeth. I turned, and retreated to my room. I shut the door, and sat on my bed. On my dresser, I saw my old doll my mum made me. I picked it up and a tear ran down my face as I sang the lullaby she always sang to me as a child. I layed it down next to me and fell asleep.

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I awoke to the sound of men cheering and yelling. "MERIDA!!''
One in particular yelled. I groned and rushed out to see at lest, twenty men drinking the cellar dry. Loyalist I knew, and some I didn't. But, mostly soldiers.

"Merida!! Lass!! Go to the Rusty Horse and order the Fergus Special for us! Im to drunk to go, so get it delivered for us!! Use this!" He commanded, drunk as he could be, then tossed me a bag of coins. Refusle would be far worse than getting them more drunk, so I grabbed my clook and started out the door, when I felt someone grab my *ss. I whipped around to smack him, when Mr. Hutchinson grabbed my arm and the boy's arm.