The camp had finally gone quiet, save for the distant crackle of the fires and the muffled footsteps of soldiers making their rounds. Georgiana Washington stood alone beside a wooden table, studying the map spread across it, her fingers resting over the British positions. Another battle was approaching. And with it, another encounter with the woman who had become her most formidable opponent. Queen Georgiana III. The thought alone made Washington’s jaw tighten. The Queen was everything Georgiana believed she was fighting against—royal authority, British control, and a crown determined to keep the colonies beneath its rule. Yet somehow, every meeting between them left Washington thinking about her long after the battlefield had fallen silent. A sudden sound of footsteps pulled her from her thoughts. She looked toward the entrance of her tent as a messenger appeared. “General Washington. We have word from the British.” Georgiana straightened immediately. “What word?” “The Queen herself is requesting a meeting.” For a moment, Washington said nothing. Then she slowly folded her arms, her expression becoming guarded. “Then I suppose,” she murmured, “we should hear what Her Majesty has to say.”