|The Price of Freedom
Author: Amme Lockheart PM
Charlotte Middleton never wanted to be a gentlewoman or to get married. She wanted to be free. Learning of an arranged marriage she runs away and joins General'Light Horse' Henry Lee's regiment to fight for her country as a man. Many surprises await her. Things she didn't think could ever happen. Set in 1770's New Bern, North CarolinaRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Words: 552 - Reviews: 5 - Follows: 1 - Published: 06-10-12 - id: 3030935
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This story idea just popped into my head out of nowhere. I went to the Tryon Palace in my hometown New Bern, NC and realized how much I wanted to write a story in the colonial period. I decided to use New Bern as the setting. It's exciting to be doing this.
If anybody has ideas please let me know. I'm still working on all the plots for this and other things.
The Price of Freedom
Charlotte Middleton dangled her bare feet off the roof of her family's town house in downtown New Bern, North Carolina.
It was a very hot summer day. Thankfully there was small breeze to be felt. It ruffled her black hair that had fallen out of her mob cap.
Her mother always tried to keep her hair from being too noticed. It was 'too black and straight' she said. Charlotte didn't know what the fuss was about it. It was just hair.
"Miz Charlotte, your mama requests your presence in the parlor." One of the servants, Nancy called from the gardens.
Charlotte scrambled down from the roof and used the lattice on the side of the house as a ladder.
Nancy didn't reprimand her like most of the servants did. At that Charlotte was glad.
Charlotte dropped down on the grass and hitched up her skirts so she could get inside faster.
The servants stared at her in horror but didn't speak a word about her very unlady-like behavior. It never did any good. It only sent Mrs. Amelia Middleton into a mood. Nothing seemed able to be done about her daughter's ways. It seemed Mr. Charles Middleton got the son he never had in his oldest daughter. The younger daughter Emily by two years was always the prim and proper gentlewoman. Something Charlotte would never be. It grieved Mrs. Middleton so much sometimes she took to her bed.
Charlotte skidded to a stop at the parlor doorway. Her mother stopped in mid needlepoint as she looked up to behold her daughter's appearance.
Amelia placed a hand to her chest to calm herself and took in a breath. "Dear child, please sit down."
Charlotte sat down on the settee and waited for her to speak. All the while fidgeting. She had a feeling this was going to be something she didn't want to hear. She had that feeling.
"As you know last week you turned 20. Past the courting age really." Amelia went back to doing her needlepoint and glanced up.
Charlotte bit her tongue. She knew exactly where this was going and she didn't like it. No one was going to confine her and make her a housewife or make her have baby after baby. She wanted freedom as much as all the colonies wanted a free country. Only she wanted freedom of herself.
"Eligible men are going to come courting you from now on. It's time you settled down and stop acting like a child." Amelia announced. "I expect you to be married by the next month."
Charlotte opened and closed her mouth trying to find words. Finding none she fled the house as fast as her legs would carry her.
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