Meanwhile, in London.
Approximately two hours after the battle of Maidstone, Royal Tunbridge, and Rochester.
The Duke of York, Commander-in-Chief of the Forces Frederick Augustus, second son of King George III was overseeing regulars, militia, and civilian volunteers constructing a sandbag barrier on the Westminster Bridge.
Walking next to him was General Wellington, who spoke, breaking the ice between them.
"We have also placed barricades on the bridge of Blackfriars, Kew, Battersea, and Richmond. Should that barricade fall, the explosives planted underneath will be our last line of defense to deny the enemy passage into the heart of London," General Wellington said.
The Duke of York nodded grimly, his eyes fixed on the preparations taking place around them.
"Tell me, Arthur, how does it feel like, fighting the French?" Frederick asked.
"Why ask that all of a sudden, Your Highness?"
