One of Those Rubbish Brits. [Alexander Hamilton X Reader][COMPLETED]

Chapter 11

-[Y/N] Pov-
I decided that today I'm just going to mope around.

"Charles," I say.

"Hmm?" Charles hums, looking down at me.

"If anyone asks to speak to me today, tell them I'm very depr- busy, I'm very busy," I responded.

"Alright, I'm guessing you read the letter from 'Daddy George'?"

"Wait, you knew what was in the letter?"

"Your father and I have been sending letters back and forth. I kept saying that you wouldn't want an arranged marriage, and he kept threatening my job. So, I had to give in," he starts. "It was narrowed down to the Schuyler's, but all 3 of them are women, the Washingtons, but they don't have any children, and the Jeffersons, which was the only option left. I'm sorry your highness."

"I-it's fine, I mean, he did threaten your job. I'm just sorry that he's such a bitch," I say. Then immediately cover my mouth. "I-I'm sorry about that, I don't know what came over me."

"It's fine, just go and read your books." He says. And that's exactly what I go and do.