My Dearest, [ Alexander Hamilton | Reader ]

• Chapter Twenty-Five •

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A rather tedious process sewing was with the repetitive motions, and tiresome fabric. [Your Name] was always one to jump at the opportunity to distract herself to avoid the chore however, she couldn't quite allow for Angelica to be running around with a torn stay. She extends her hand up, pulling the thread through then repeats with a slight sigh. Without the occasional cries of James and Angelica's sweet compositions on the piano, the house would be utterly silent throughout the day. When Alexander arrived at his usual late time, they'd be endless ranting on Mr. Jefferson, a man to which she still hadn't had the pleasure of meeting.

As if it were the devil himself, the sound of the front door being thrown open was heard throughout, followed along with a very much violent close of it. It was an absolutely surprise the door had not yet fallen off the hinges because of the constant abuse it dealt with from Alexander. The unexpected arrival had caused her to prick herself upon the needle, a small amount of crimson on the tip of her fingertip. Heavy footsteps could be heard approaching close, meaning another rant would ensue about his work day. It was a miracle the children had never woken to his little fits.

"You would not believe what occurred during a meeting!"

Alexander's voice was slightly muffled behind the door however, that tone that was full of rage could still be told out. In a matter of only seconds, the door swung open, revealing the sight of the man she called her husband with a disheveled appearance. His brunette locks set astray from his tight pushed back style. An eyebrow quirked up, curiosity slightly rising onto what had occurred despite knowing how extensive his talks would last. She placed the needle upon the table, near the lantern that illuminated the room. Next time she went out to the shops, a journal would be considered.

"You've peaked my interest, what happened today?"

"The audacity of that man, he's got a terrible intent! He switched parties only to make a fool of me!"

"And who is this 'horrendous' man you speak of?"

[Your Name] asked with genuine curiosity as she glanced down towards the small stay in her lap, extending her hand to the needle continuing her work. Her gaze stayed fixated to the fabric, occasionally going through with her finger feeling the thread as Alexander went on about Aaron Burr and his sudden shift in parties. Such an awfully prideful and paranoid man she married, what boosted the paranoia was that the man whose seat Aaron Burr took was Philip Schuyler. 'He's trying to ruin me" would be what would often come from his mouth accompanied with foul language directed to the man.

"Alexander..."

Her voice barely made it through his rant, this man simply did not know how to stop. Rather entertaining it was for the first few minutes however, when that exceeds a single digit, that anger should be long gone from the body. That once curious expression faltered into a rather unamused one, long had she finished the repair of the small stay. She leaned her head upon her shoulder, letting out an audible sigh.

"Don't get me started on that good for noth—"

"Alexander, hush!"

She held a finger against her mouth as a warning sign to him to which he responded with a bemused expression. After moments, he opened his mouth to speak before once again being interrupted by her hitting her finger against her lips. She stood from the chair, her hand seeking his. A soft smile spreading as she intertwined her fingers with his, how perfect they fit together. Her hues lift to his face before allowing her head to lean upon his chest, the soft rhythmic beat comforting her.

"Dance with me."

"Why certainly, but it should be me who asks you so: Would you accompany in a dance, fair lady?"

"How could I refuse such a polite request, good sir? Lead me away."

With that, she extends her hand to which he places a tender kiss upon it, intertwining his fingers with hers soon after. His opposite hand trails to her waist, hers to his shoulder with ever so slight squeeze. They extended their hands into the starting position to begin the waltz. Joyful eyes glimmering from the moonlight gazing into his mesmerizing ones as he took the first step, her following along shortly after. They shared the occasional burst of helpless laughter as they continued their waltz.

"How ravishing you look, my dear."

"You enjoy my sleeping gown? You humour me, Alexander."

They danced until dawn.

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[ Completely off topic, but I would really like to start a War & Peace/ The Great Comet RP book (or a Hamilton one) however I'd like to know if anyone would be interested? Anyways, I hope you're having a lovely day or night, you're all beautiful beans. ]