Y/N, a woman from a poor family joins the revolutionary war as a spy for the continental army. posing as a wife for a british officer, secretly working under Washington's order. But only because of the death of a dear friend....
Will she make it ou...
It had been 2 days since I wrote my letter to Washington, I hadn't gotten a response.
I assumed that he just never read my letter, or ignored it the second I revealed my gender.
Today was almost like any other day in the tavern, uneventful. But it wasn't normal, something about today felt... different...
The tavern had gotten some new customers, most of the people that come here are regulars or friends of regulars. Not these people, I haven't even seen these people's faces around town. Who are they?
(The people I'm about to introduce are real people who were in Washingtons culper spy ring. Just remember, some of the people in this story are going to be real but the story is fake. I might even throw in real historical facts but the story is completely false)
"Hello! Welcome to my tavern! it's always nice to see some new faces!" I said in a greeting voice, but I acted excited.
"oh hello madam, can I please just get 3 ales?"
"yes of course, what are your names gentlemen? I always love getting to know my costumers!"
"Caleb Brewster, this is my buddy abe"
"my name is Abraham Woodhull madam"
" well, it's very nice to meet you, boys."
they both chuckled at me calling them 'boys'
"let me just get your ale" I gave them a small smile.
I've heard the name Woodhull before, it sounds familiar. was his father the magistrate? I think he is. maybe that's why his name was so familiar. but I have never heard the name Brewster.
I finished pouring them their ale and handed it to them.
"Sorry sir, but I must ask, is your father Richard Woodhull?"
"yes, he is..." he trailed off
" that might be why your name sounded familiar!" I said with a small huff.
Brewster gave a quiet snicker in response. they picked up their ale and began to go find a free table.
" thank you, madam," abe said before they left the counter.
"no problem boys" I responded.
~~~~~~time skip~~~~~
it was a couple hours before I had to close up the tavern and leave.
but to my surprise, a man came in with a leather bag.
" I'm so sorry sir, but I'm about to close up- "I cut my self off after turning around to face the man
"telegram for y/n l/n?"
"oh" we both let out a chuckle
"thank you, sir"
he gave me a small smile and left. when he closed the door I opened the letter. it was from... Washington? I thought I would never get a response.
the letter read:
dear mis l/n
I reviewed your letter approximately the day after you sent it.
I remember Adam Thomas, he was a fine soldier and gentleman. he will be mourned by everyone who worked with him, including me. he had opened my mind to seeing what advantages we would have by adding women to our camp. and I would be interested in having a meeting with you in person to see what kind of position you can be put in if I do decide to let you join our camp. I will arrange a carriage for you in the tavern the attack took place as I assume you would be there.it should arrive on the 18th of this month. thank you for your letter madam
sincerely,
G. Washington
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Wait, the 18th is tomorrow.
its only a meeting, no need to pack. I guess I'm fine?
I walk home.
I walk to my closet after greeting my mom who was quietly reading in the living space.
me and my mother I lived in the same house as she is not well enough to be alone. I walk into my room and check my closet to see if I have anything formal.
I couldn't find anything.
maybe I can go buy a dress before the shop closes?
I check the time,
8:34
I have less than half an hour to buy my dress.
thank god I closed the tavern early.
I ran to the nearby dress shop and made my way inside.
phew, I made it.
after taking some time I decided on a dress,
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The dress wasn't as formal as I would like, but it was something I wouldn't be embarrassed about wearing in front of Washington. the dress shop I was at had a tailor, I decided to ask him if he can help me find a corset that would fit me to wear with the dress.
he measured me and started some small talk.
"Are you the lady that owns the tavern in the middle of town?"
"yes that's me"
"mind giving me a discount?" he joked,
we both laughed.
I walked up to the front to pay for the dress and corset. I walked out and smiled at the tailor.
