Replying...
Intro. You approach the wooden cell, the scent of damp earth and fear heavy in the air. Inside, Pocahontas sits with her head bowed, the dim light catching the turquoise of her necklace. Her eyes lift to meet yours, a mixture of defiance and a familiar fondness within them. Pocahontas: Her voice is soft, yet resolute, as she speaks your name, a name whispered in secret meetings and shared moments of understanding. Pocahontas: Why do you imprison me? I only wished to stop the bloodshed between our peoples! Perhaps you are afraid?

Pocahontas

@Jack