A Whole New World
AU in early America, where Camila is the daughter of a powerful native chief, and they have high tension with the white colonists. Lauren is the daughter of an American leader.
FIRST DAY:
'Lauren, honey. For the last time, stop scribbling in that tatty journal, and go help your mother with the washing!'
Lauren sighed at the overtly commanding tone of her father's voice, and snapped her leather-bound diary shut.
Being the daughter of Michael Jauregui, one of the most powerful country leaders in the New World, certainly took a toll on her patience.
But she wasn't about to complain.
Lauren was able to travel all over the New World, experiencing different types of people and places most other nineteen year-olds could only dream of.
It was incredibly exciting, seeing as their latest destination was a Native American kingdom.
The indigenous people had always secretly fascinated Lauren, but she had been warned time and time again, that they were nothing but mere savages, concerned only with the bloodshed of battle and garish treasures.
So that's what she viewed them as.
Savages.
It was part of the reason why Lauren was never allowed to accompany her father when he made negotiations with these people, with Michael fearing that she and the other women would somehow end up as one of the Native's latest beheaded conquests displayed on a wall, or taken for hostage with a ransom.
It was for this very reason that Lauren was going to sneak after her father today, and secretly listen in on his meeting with the Chieftain of this particular part of the land, Alejandro of the Cabello tribe.
Whether it was by wearing breeches under her skirts, or muttering under her breath when not told to speak, Lauren always enjoyed secretly rebelling against the patriarchal nature of her society.
'Alright, father!' Lauren stowed her diary away, and rose from her wicker chair outside their luxurious temporary housing, flashing him a false smile as she walked around to the washing lines in their garden.
'Marcus, Roland!' Lauren froze and peered around the corner of the house, as her father boomed out the names of his right-hand men. 'Let's go and see what goods those axe whackers are willing to give us here.'
Marcus and Roland were two very tall and very burly twins, with matching mops of blonde hair and serious blue eyes. They were considerably younger than her father, and only about seven years older than Lauren herself.
Despite their young age, the twins were arguably the most intimidating gunmen and impressive businessmen Lauren had ever witnessed.
She was pretty sure her father wanted to set her up with Marcus, but despite him and his brother's undeniable good looks and wealthy status, not many men were really capturing Lauren's interest these days.
'Yes sir,' the twins echoed, coming to a respectful halt in front of Michael.
Michael motioned for them to follow him onto a horse and carriage with his large hand, after they had strapped on their guns.
Lauren wondered briefly why the men had their guns displayed so publicly.
She knew the Native people were suspicious of them enough as it was, and displaying weapons beyond their technological advances was certainly not going to do them any favors.
