My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Seven •

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Days had passed since the British retreated, the elated atmosphere remained. It was something that was seen as impossible despite that, the rag-tag army amazed and astonished.

[Your Name] found herself near a burning fire, warming herself. The winter had began to set even more, the weather becoming unbearably cold.

A small layer of snow covered the floor, it was nothing like Britain. She hardly had the privilege to be outside with her mother, the closest she got to being outdoor was through her window.

[Your Name] would sometimes feel like that poor woman, in a story she once read. She was placed in a small room forbidden to look outside for if she did her love would die. The only thing she would do was weave. Of course, the story would not end well.

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"Papa! Papa! Will you read this to me?"

The child asked, curiosity filling her eyes. She struggled to hold up a large book but, persisted.

"I've read this to you multiple times, my dear. I believe we read this the other day! There's plenty of other books gathering dust on the shelves."

The older man said, a smile upon his features as he looked down at the child.

"Oh! But, I thoroughly enjoy this particular story! Please, papa! We could read another story tomorrow night."

She persisted him before receiving a sigh of defeat.

"Alright. Anything for you, my princess!"

He lifted the girl, placing her upon the comfortable mattress. He sat himself besides her, planting a kiss upon her forehead before reading the story.
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It was the last story they read together before her father was taken by the ruinous force known as Death. [Your Name] wasn't allowed inside the room for fear of infection, she never heard her father breath his last breath nor hear his tender voice.

She heavily sighed before standing from the ground, walking around the camp. For the last few days, there was talk of a ball hosted by a wealthy man, she'd never been to such an event even as a noblewoman. The reason was foolish, her mother "wished to preserve her youth and innocence from people other than her suitor'.

[Your Name] eventually found herself at her usual layabouts, underneath a large oak tree. It was almost a safe place to her, a yawn escaped her lips as she leaned against the old tree.

She allowed her eyes to linger, finding small groups of soldiers walking around camp. She eventually found a familiar group. She made her way towards them, greeting them.

"Yo! If you could marry a sister, you're rich, son!"

Burr exclaimed causing [Your Name] to furrowed her brows, the group's behavior was questionable. She found herself looking at the grinning men, Alexander raising a brow.

"Is it a question of if, Burr, or which one?"

Alexander cockily questioned, a smirk upon his face as he playfully raised his brows. The men laughed and continued onwards, leaving [Your Name] rather tense. She truly did care for Alexander, to marry someone for riches? She could only hope he was playing along with Burr.

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The day of the ball had arrived, aristocrats were seen in magnificent gowns and suits entering the ballroom. There was something welcoming about the atmosphere despite having some obnoxious aristocrats wandering, almost flaunting their wealth.

[Your Name] had been alone, the men scattered across the room talking to numerous amounts of women. It seemed to be centered around three young women though, their presence emitted with grace and elegance.

Their gowns were of fine-detail and materials perhaps, it was they the men talked about. The 'sisters', rumored to be the envy of all. They all were rather beautiful women, from the one in lovely rose gown to the seemingly youngest with a pale yellow dress.

[Your Name] paced around the floor, her dainty hands going through her [Hair color] hair. She was rather nervous, what if Alexander went through with what he claimed?

That thought lingered in her mind as she found her eyes land upon the general and the devil himself, Alexander. The general departed from Alexander causing her to almost immediately approach him.

Alexander gave a warm smile, she returned the friendly gesture, slightly waving her hand. She stopped in front of him, greeting him.

"Look who it is, Jeremiah Young!"

"Alexander, it's nice to see you too."

"Have you spoken with any "ravishing" ladies yet?"

"I'd ask the same question to you, Alexander."

"Not at all, unless you see Washington as ravishing."

Alexander gave a childish grin, chuckling at his own remark. They continued the conversation for a few minutes before he excused himself, walking towards a woman who she assumed was a sister.

There was worry in her expression as she watched him go to the women, beginning to converse with her. She fiddled with her hands, nervously.

Her [Eye color] eyes fell upon another sister, she looked at Alexander so longingly. She seemed helpless, a hint of determination on her face.

No, this couldn't be happening.

It just can't.

They were all wealthy, beautiful and elegant. It was no wonder they were the envy of all, they had everything. [Your Name] was a runaway from Britain, there was no title to accompany her name nor no money.

Nothing, she was nothing.

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Time had passed perhaps an hour or so, Alexander was left alone. [Your Name] approached him, a soft smile upon her face. He acknowledged her by waving.

"Those women who you were dancing with seemed lovely."

"They were indeed lovely, daughters of Philip Schuyler, and wealthy."

"... Do you plan to court one of them?"

"Don't misunderstand me, they were all lovely women however, they could never fully satisfy me... I have my eyes set upon a beautiful girl, I sadly feel she does not share the same passion I do."

"I'm sure if you were to ask her about it, you'd find your answer."

It hurt to say such a thing, she should have know. He'd never love such a burden, occupying his bedroom, eating his food and not giving anything in return.

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Soldiers began back to the camp, [Your Name] made it to her designated tent, not a word spoken. She set herself down, covering herself with the covers. She shivered, slowly shutting her eyes drifting to sleep.

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[ Updating just in time! Apologies for lack of details and dialogue between the characters (Again). I did happen to reaching my word goal though, so I'm quite pleased! Constructive Criticism is welcomed! ]