I feel the knives go through my hands and all the way to the chair. My hands are bleeding but nothing I haven't been through before. I can still feel and move my fingers so luckily nothing is to hurt and I will still have control. I can hear the war chief pissed off screaming and cussing at the commander. I still stay silent waiting for my chance to destroy ever single red coat in this room. I can tell the knives aren't all the way into the chair and will be easy for me to use.
The commander it's closer down and looks at me. "Now are you going to answer my questions?"
It's now or never so I quickly pull my hands off the chair and into his head with both my hands. The knives go in deeper into my hands and he is instantly dead. I pull my hands away from his head and he collapses onto the ground.
I get up and pull the knives out of my hands, I see one run for the door. So I throw the knives. Bullseye right into the back of his head. The other two back up and we can see the fear in them. As to who they came across.
"Was that necessary?" The war chief looks at me.
"Yes" I saw in front of the two red coats standing in front of us.
One pulls out his sword "by order of the queen I placed you under arrest"
"Ehh not my queen" I say to him. I turn and do a roundabout kick, living his sword out of his hands. I than place him on a strict hold.
"Should I just snap it?" I'm more teasing when I asked the war chief.
"Pardon" one speaks up.
"What?" The war chief asked
"Well send a letter to our commanding officer, well let you go and if they feel that she is needed as an English citizen than we will come request her" he speaks trying to protect his friend
"One problem I'm not English" I saw to him, as I have a grip around his buddy.
"Your from the new world correct?" My war chief looks at me
"Yes" I say
"Well that is still considered part of England, not like Scotland where we are connected." He tells me as a history lesson.
"Fine" I saw as I throw his friend to him who he barely catches during the time and we leave the building
We hurried down to our horses. And start to ride off.
I realized I'm truly fucked when Im in 1740, America isn't even separated from England yet so I am considered English property. My lapse in judgement and my knowledge of war has put me at risk. I realized I need to get to my lap top that has all the English war history. Explaining to everyone is the problem that I will be having to use something they don't understand and possibly explain that I know every war they will have.
As we ride we get to the salon and meet the others I choose to try and get my hands more cleaned up. As I come out the war chief informs me they have a solution to the problem I'm in. I look at him weird . He than hands me the contract they have for Scottish marriage. As I'm reading it I realized what they want me to do.
I storm out and grab a bottle
The war chief says something to Lian and he starts to follow me.
I don't want him to see the tears in my eyes and the fact that I'm upset. He's never seen me this way. He's never worried about me.
"Sarah" "Sarah" he says louder, I finally stop. And decide to take a drink.
He finally catches up to me. "Sarah what is wrong" as he grabs my shoulder . I look at him and he sees the tears.
I know that he is confused by it all.
"This" I pushed the marriage contract to him and sit down.
I decide to continue drinking.
"Okay?" He looks it over still confused by it
"I'd rather you marry me because you want to, not out of my safety" I say to him rather cold.
"Most marriages in this time are out of safety, I'm sorry we didn't think about your feelings. But it's safer being with me than anyone else. And I hope I can be good to you like I have been to you all this time."
I'm crying at this point. "I thought I meant more to you" I tell him.
"You do but me being able to marry you has always been complicated"
"What does that mean?" I look at him in disgust
Lian takes a deep breath and explains to me everything, the simple fact that he is a wanted man to the British army and can't get married by a catholic priest because he's a wanted man. I realize the little laws we have here which is why he was so excited to be able to finally marry me. It's the matter of without this being to secure my life, and the chief being behind it, it would never be able to happen.
I decided to rest my head on him and forgive him not realizing that we both lived different lives before we met and that he wants us to be happy and to find a way to hide me.
We both continue drinking the bottle as we sat there in silences just enjoying each other's company.