Requested by Aphmau_Dragonet
"I'm sorry, it's just everytime you open your mouth, you seem to get even more annoying. Does it take effort to do that?"
[Reader's POV]
"I'm sorry, it's just everytime you open your mouth, you seem to get even more annoying. Does it take effort to do that?" My husband, Alexander Hamilton, spat.
"Alexander why do you say everything that comes to mind?" Aaron Burr said to him in the next room.
Alexander told me to wait in here, but I decided to eavesdrop. I'm his wife, it's my job.
"Because, Burr, I know what I'm doing!" Alexander shot back with more enthusiasm and passion.
"Are you suggesting that I don't?"
"Maybe I am!"
"Tomorrow at dawn. Bring your pistol," Burr concluded. I was taken aback by the sudden duel invitation.
"I will do exactly that," Alexander replies. I almost choke up on tears as I swing the door open and stare daggers at the two.
"(Y/n)..." Alexander started, walking towards me with sorrow written on his face.
"Mrs. Hamilton, I didn't realize you were listening to us," Burr said, surprised, "You're not one to partake in others' business,"
"I must've got it from him," I look back at Alexander, who dares not to say a word. Burr keeps his mouth shut as well.
"Alexander I think it's time you come home," I say, monotonically. He nods quickly and takes my hand in his. With a short goodbye to Burr, we ride back home.
Lots of arguing ensued, and he agreed not to go to the duel.
The next morning I woke up to an empty bed and a sealed letter on his desk.
"My very dear (Y/n)..."
