"So do you understand the assignment?" Hercules Mulligan asked.
"Of course!" I reassured. "All I have to do is persuade the king out of war. It's just The Olive Branch Petition but I might end up having an affair."
"Don't think too ambitiously. I've been spying on the British government, I take their measurements, information and then I smuggle it, and let me tell you. It's quite hard to get places especially when your name isn't known. But you arn't to use your own name." Hercules paued and collected his thoughts as if they were scattered. Mine would be if I had to orginize everything to get a spy, me, to England smoothly. "Which reminds me, what was your fake name?"
"Rose Mohr." I responded without hesitation. I had layed out my entire backstory two nights prior with him.
"I like it. Now, why do you need to see the king?" He questioned, reviewing my backstory.
"I've been widowed because and my late husband was in parliament, and I've come to collect what is his." I explained.
"Good luck." Hercules said with a quick, friendly peck on the cheek. I smiled and turned on my heels to face the boat that would take me to England.
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DISCLAIMER
This is only a teaser chapter to get you hyped about my new book.
When she meets King George III (low key spoiler but not really) it's the Johnathan Groff version from Hamilton just so your aware.
Also, this takes place in the 17 whatever's but they will be using current slang and language.
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Wishing This Wasn't A Lie
Historical FictionHer name is Rose Mohr. But it's really not. She's a spy for the Continental Army, assigned to spy personally on King George III. It's no walk in the park for her, especially when her feeings start to grow for the king dresses in excessive capes. ...
