My former seigneur. I work a plot of his land and pay him for the privilege.
He is the Monsieur de Mauriceau. Though the bonds of fealty have been broken with the formal dissolution of the seigneural system, the bonds of debt remain. You may no longer have a heritable legal obligation to work for Mauriceau, but as a practical matter, you're stuck here, and must work for him and continue paying him taxes and various fees. Even the new Revolutionary government seems unwilling to address the financial plight of the peasantry.
"Didn't you hear me?" Mauriceau asks. "I said you're working too slow. Is there something wrong?" He props one dusty hand on his side, but his face shows annoyance, not concern. "We need to hurry if we're to have all of this harvested by the end of the month."
When the Monsieur de Mauriceau looks at you, who does he see?