Becoming a Founding "Father"- Historical Hamilton

Chapter Thirty-Five: Only Bachelor Left

*Sorry for the wait- I'm ill :'D - Not plot-hole or grammar checked bc it's 1 AM

Hamilton did not get Phillip Schuyler's blessing in person- he received a letter instead.

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The last few weeks have been quite chaotic, I'll say.

Washington has made winter camp in Morristown, which means that we shall likely be staying here all winter and most of spring. Staff headquarters and camp has been made by General- I mean, Mr Schuyler's home, since he was kind enough to let us on his ground. Thanks to this, the aide-de-camps and generals have get the chance to visit the house a few times a week.

It's a beautiful house, but clearly it's not the most beautiful thing there. To Alexander, at least.

"And she plays the piano, Soul!" He says with a excited smile. "The moment Betsey pressed the keys, my breath was completely taken away! I could not help but sing along to-"

"Alexander, it's four in the morning," I grumble. "I just got to bed- let me sleep."

The scariest part was that he actually shut up, instead smiling widely at the ceiling. This bastard decided that sneaking out of camp to visit Elizabeth Schuyler in the evening or night would be a genius idea, especially because he has a friend that cannot resist his dejected puppy eyes to let him into camp.

Said friend also is the only one that's awake at the time because of prisoner exchanges and the fact that the British can't seem to grasp the concept of giving accurate numbers and the fucking flag of truce-

Needless to say, life is going alright. It's mind-numbing, repetitive, freezing and there's a lot of work, but wasn't it always? There aren't any battles that are imminently approaching and morale is high in camp, so it's less stressful than usual.

Also, Lafayette is coming back to America! Not yet, but soon. According to my calculations, he'll be back in two to three months- March, perhaps. I really can't wait to see him again.

I haven't heard much news about Laurens, only that he has officially resigned from Washington's post as his aide-de-camp. This meant that he's not coming back to camp, which is very unfortunate, and he'll be staying in the South for an undetermined amount of time to form his plans and collect intelligence (heard that from Tallmadge during one of our rare meetings).

Alex wasn't happy at all with such a turn of events. Going away for a few months on a mission is one thing- resigning is a completely different issue. When he heard the news, he had begged Washington to go to the South for a month or so. 

Washington said no to his request. He already lost one aide potentially permanently- losing Alexander Hamilton for a month would do about the same amount of damage, if not more.

Alexander inhales, breaking me out of my line of thought. "I just feel like I need to compliment Ms Sch-"

"For the love of God, Hamilton, I don't know how to get it into your brain that I am too tired to care about Miss Schuyler!" I snap back tiredly. I can basically feel him roll his eyes as he presses to my back for warmth.

Oh, Miss Elizabeth Schuyler. Where do I begin? I'm not sure where, considering that Alexander has been talking my ear off about every single detail of her life for weeks.

Since the ball, he has been visiting this poor lady almost every day. Since Alexander is a very smooth talker and flatterer, he quickly gained her favor as a suitor. For some reason, I'm the only one that was confused by how quickly things were moving.

No, this is normal, the other aides said, you're the one being weird and you should socialize more or you'll die alone.

Of course- I'm paraphrasing. But I'm also not. My lack of lover has been a frequent butt of the joke, now that Alexander is also courting someone.