Hamilton One Shots

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Whoosh.

A single candle blew out as the maiden walked past. At the sound, she paused to look over her shoulder where the flame had been blazing only moments ago. Sighing, the woman reached over and took it in her hand.

Her fingers accidentally touched the wax, which was still melting. The woman gave herself a silent scolding, as she hurried to tend to the wound and place the candle elsewhere.

As she went to pass the doorway to her home, she briefly looked outside. The world was silent and asleep, everyone had retired for the night.

But not everyone was asleep. She made eye contact with a familiar face through the window pane, a face she hadn't seen in a long time. The air around her thickened as the figure reached up and knocked once.

The burnt out candle fell to the ground. It was so sudden that she cried out, feeling the wax near her bare feet. The figure on the porch knocked a second time, this time more forcefully.

Picking up the sides of her dress, careful not to touch the wax, she placed her hand on the doorknob. There was another knock. Heart pounding in her chest, the woman twisted the doorknob silently. She licked her lips, sensing the pressure on the other side.

When she unlocked it all the way, she was thrown backwards, tripping over her feet. The moonlight outside seeped through the doorway and onto her petite figure. Standing in the doorway, the man she knew too well, towered over her. As he stepped closer, the door shut.

"How could you?!"

Impatiently, he grabbed her wrist. She winced at the harsh interaction. Tears were already forming in her eyes. "I-I-" He tightened his grip on her and she whimpered loudly.

In his empty hand, the man held a crumpled up letter. It looked like it had been read too many times. He noticed her observing it, so he shoved it up close to her face.

"This arrived to my home this morning. Your lovely husband addressed it. Would you like me to read it?" His chuckle that followed seemed rather ominous. "Oh, that's right, you already have read it. Whore."

The word lingered in the air. Holding back any sort of emotion or reaction that would be visibly a reason to attack, she whispered, "Sir, that letter wasn't wr-itt-e-n by me." She shuddered out the words one by one.

Not letting go of her wrist, he slowly cornered her to a wall, step by step. "This isn't a game anymore, Maria." When he said her name, she bit the inside of her cheek. His tone was different than the usual lustful way it was.

She couldn't bring herself to respond. The only thing she could do was whimper and pray he'd let her go. He only gripped harder, pressing her up against the wall.

Breath brushing over her skin, he muttered to her, "You did this! It's all your fault. Our secret was that close to being exposed." His eyes glanced down at her body, briefly noticing how thin her dress was.

That only made him more determined. He pushed himself up against her, both of their bodies against one another. Maria let a gasp escape her mouth. He gave her a warning look and went to say something else.

"Alexander."

The way she said his name made him flinch and feel different. No matter how much he tried to have the power, she always made him break apart with one single word. Maria innocently raised her eyebrows, looking up into his eyes.