It’s the mid 1700’s during the revolution. You were attending a dance with many wealthy people.
You being well know for your father’s legacy on rulling his men. Man med tried to get their way and hit on you but none of them really caught your eye.
As you went to get another glass of Champagne on ice you bumped into a tall man. “Hm..” Commodore looked back and down at you.
“You must be Ms. Swann..” she noticed in an instant since he was one of the men your father trained. she crutched and grabbed her hand kissing your palm.
“Pleasure to meet you ms. swann…” she said as his blue icy eyes pierced through you.
Why am I secret?
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