My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Eight •

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It'd been approximately a few months, things had not gone well after the ball. The weather seemed merciless, it'd go on days snowing. Illness and starvation seemed like a larger threat than the British armies.

The general's mood was no better. If not for his wife comforting him, he'd have snapped long ago. One could only hope for such a relationship, they were deeply in love with each other.

[Your Name] was seated on a stiff mattress, intently staring at the other side of the tent. She couldn't bare the cold temperatures outside, her cheeks were pink because of the weather. Although, it was not much of difference from outside, it was better than having wet shoes from the snow.

The curtains of the tent were pushed back with force causing her to jump, eyes slightly widened. There was angry mumbling as Alexander came through the curtains, his brows were knitted. He caught sight of her.

"Can you believe it, Jeremiah?! Washington had the choice of thousands of men yet, he chooses Charles Lee! I mean, I was right there! If I was prompted I would fly above my station, lead these men to victory! I just don't understand picking someone of such ignorance and stupidity! I can write thousands of pages in a matter of a few days so, why him?!"

He continued ranting about this Charles Lee character, her brows were raised as he went on. He eventually stopped laying on a mattress, hands placed upon his head. It was obvious the man was stressed but, she knew he'd go on with his duties. There was no stopping him.

Alexander eventually got up once more, a lot more calm. He waved goodbye before exiting the tent, giving a quick view of outside. The ground was covered in a white sheet of snow, it was beautiful but brought dangers with it.

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It was frightening. The dying screams of men echoed throughout the field, this wasn't how it was to go. Those days walking spent walking was for nothing, they were going to lose. It'd been unlike anything seen, men scattered around limp like rag-dolls. Blood dying the white sheet of snow crimson. It'd been the most dead since beginning the fight.

"Attack!"

[Your Name] like many other soldiers, finds herself amidst the confusion. She hid behind a boulder, her heart racing as she held her weapon close. She loaded the gun, her dainty hands trembling.

"Retreat!"

She inhaled deeply before positioning herself, she steadily held the gun aiming towards an British soldier. She began putting pressure on the trigger, the weapon fell from her grasp.

"Attack!"

Her [Eye color] eyes widened as she hid behind the object once more, her whole body trembling. Her breaths were shaky as she placed a hand upon her shoulder, feeling her coat warm. She retracted her hand finding it stained with crimson.

"Retreat!"

Tear began to cloud her vision, the shock subsiding as the shot began burning. It was so terrible, an indescribable pain no living thing should have to endure. Would this be how she'd be discovered? Dead?

[Your Name] felt a lift upon her other shoulder, she was almost being dragged. She looked ahead finding other soldiers running, they were retreating. Her injured arm went almost limp, the stabbing pain still remained, torturing her both mentally and physically.

Her jaw was clenched, she struggled to remain awake. Tears still blurred her orbs, she glanced to her savior finding a familiar frenchman. His brown orbs were fixated ahead as her retreated with the other soldiers.

[Your Name] felt herself being placed on the ground, her ears creating a ringing noise. Her vision began to gradually faded and blur, the pain slowly fading. She began to question herself: Was this the feeling felt before dying?

She found the sky becoming dark, she attempted to fight it but, it was to no avail. Gradually, everything became dark, the feeling had gone. There was nothing. Nothing but a dark abyss.

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