My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Twenty-Three •

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The muffled sound of horse's hooves could be heard from inside the carriage, the atmosphere was peaceful with the lingering of loneliness. The summer had ended as fast as it began. To think that it'd soon be far more chilly when only a few days it was far too hot to even step outdoors. The trees had began to change colors, bright greens into crimsons and oranges. How [Your Name] hoped Alexander had tended to her garden well, a shame it'd be if her work had gone to waste. It was something to remind her of her father, and home. It was he who had made that whole thing from scratch, his rough hands made that evident. It was strange to think one man could cultivate such a beautiful thing.

A sudden bump caused her to lean slightly forward then hit against the cushioned seat, she tightened her grip upon the child that leaned against her in a peaceful state of mind. It was times like this that made the stress of caring for them all worth it. Fingers run through James' thin locks as he slightly stirred from the unexpected movement. Her [Eye color] orbs move around the carriages interior, illuminated with only the small amount of moonlight that went through the fabric draped upon the small window. She could barely make out the small silhouettes all leaned against each other, lids tightly shut.

A tiny hand could be made out doing it's best to protectively wrap around it's sibling, that wild curly hair could be pointed out just about anywhere. She felt her lips curve slightly upwards at Philip's brotherly nature, it had not been only a one sided longing from Angelica and Alexander Jr., Philip had missed them too. Although it'd be difficult to make the nine year old confess to that. She slightly adjusted her position, leaning her head against the wall. There was no doubt in her mind that the time had been ungodly, the departure took longer than expected.
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It was saddening seeing all the bags packed around the house, the forced smiles that were worn did not help the atmosphere. Only a few days ago it seemed, everything was lively with the children running about, the sisters' preparing themselves along with her, later on gathering at the table for the beginning meal. It was rather frightening seeing how quickly things could change in only a matter of days. 'Time goes quick when you're having fun', that saying was proving to be very much true.

The depressing atmosphere was most definitely not helped by the farewells that ensued, tight yet tender embraces were all that was felt all throughout. She'd bonded well with the Schuyler family, a coincidence it was finding the children shared names with some of them. Perhaps, that helped with bonding with them. Margarita seemed to be one who was most affected with sadness, always finding a moment for a hug. Although she enjoyed the time spent there, a small piece of her was elated to be returning to her beloved Alexander. During the time away, letters had been sent. It was always such a pleasure reading his words.

'My dear [Your Name],

How I miss the sound of your comforting voice much like those songbirds that provide that melodic tune outside in the trees. Your warm touch upon my cheek that provide me with a sense of comfort, it is only you who could accomplish such a thing. I send to you my regrets on denying to spend the summer with you, my darling. As you know there's business to attend to here, and that cannot rest. I ask however, you to extend your stay at that estate to ease your own mind, your health is of upmost importance to me. Staying home for most of the day seems not to help with such a thing.

Affectionately yours,
Alexander Hamilton'

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[Your Name] left her thoughts however, holding a pleased expression from just returning to them. A content sigh escaped her upturned lips as she carefully leaned forward, placing a hand to the glass. Hours had passed since departing from the estate, there was still time to wait to arrive to the house. She once again allowed her head to rest upon the wall of the carriage, readjusting her grip on James before she completely succumbed to the temptress of sleep.

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[ Alexander's subtle attempts to get her to extend her stay were in vain. ]