Caroline liked Jeremiah's enthusiasm. Never had she seen a man so sure of himself, even her father.
The young Templar did not consider the consequences that might come from being so naive.
Caroline quickly changed into a special dress for the battle. It was glamorous and traditional, but it could easily be ripped off to shed weight if she needed to do so. Though the assassins had murdered innocent women in cold blood on her plantation, she still hoped they might over look her as an ignorant Templar's wife or sister.
Under Caroline's guise was an outfit rather scandalous. Men's clothing, along with Sydney's Confederate sword safely sheathed.
The Templar also had a dagger hidden in the folds of her dress, just in case she was able to find a vantage piont for a sneak attack. She also kept her eye within view.
Caroline would feel weird in it if she was back home. She would probably feel ashamed and hope Sydney never found out about it.
Now, she doesn't feel a thing except adrenaline.
Caroline kept a small gait around the grounds. She was inside the fort, pretending to admire the scenery.
The young woman braced herself for action. Oh, boy, did she crave it.