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Chapter 10- Luck be a Lady (Turn AMC)

Chapter 10 is complete and it is officially christmas!!! (Finally you all know what I mean when I say this). This was an emotionally taxing chapter to write so please read it. If you like it please give it a comment, like, or reblog!!

“It was hard to hear the first warning sign, the crunch of the snow underfoot, over those of the horses. The second warning sign, the camp, while still the same distance away, was louder and busy once more, was ignored as they chatted on. By the time they noticed the third warning sign was given, it was too late.

He closed his eyes, bracing himself for an impact that never came. The only thing that came was the sound of something, someone, hitting the snow behind him.“

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Thank you to @tallmadgeandtea and @culper-spymaster for beta editing most of this chapter for me!!! Also, an INCREDIBLY special thanks to @18thcentury-nonsense for doing me the huge favor of posting it for me because I broke my computer!

Chapter 8- Luck be a Lady (Turn AMC)

Chapter 8 is posted and for all of you reading this for thadrienne, prepare for some slightly awkward situations. Those of you reading his for Thaddeus, please know that this chapter is for y’all and your historical accuracy. He and John were, historically, best friends guys, and I’m not gonna glaze over that I promise. Also if you’re familiar with BoB from @culper-spymaster then you might notice a nod to their OC in this chapter too! Anyways, if you liked it let me know with a like, comment, or reblog!

“The girl was lucky. She was a breath of fresh air, somehow managing to remain untouched by the stresses of the war that had steeped so far into the bones of seemingly every person in the colonies. Her biggest concerns were missing her father and her dreading her wedding, and he wished it would stay like that forever for her. As far as she is concerned, one day, both sides might wake up and tell the other they are done playing their little game called war and that things will return to the way they were before the spark of revolution.

It did pain him, however, to shield her so horribly because one day, when the war is over, one side will have won, and the other will have lost, and her view of the world will shatter into a million pieces. If the British forces she dined with weekly were to win, she would likely witness him hanging from a random tree, and her friends ruined to poverty, if not imprisonment. If the Continentals were to win, she would have to board the nearest British naval ship in her vicinity and sail to England immediately, likely never to see him, Martha, or Virginia ever again.”

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Thank you to @tallmadgeandtea and ofc @culper-spymaster for beta reading this chapter for me!!