"What have I done, oh god what have I done? Telling the world about my affair? Publishing a pamphlet about it? My career is ruined! I am ruined! This is it. 79 pages and I'm now expected to give up my political career. What's the point of ever running for president?!" My head races as I talk to myself in the darkness of the night. I hide my face in my hands and sob, sitting in the very same study that I wrote the Reynolds Pamphlet in. Something comes to my mind that I had tried not to think about before. I sob out into the void, the tears tearing the dark fabric of the night. "Oh god, Eliza!"
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The Reynolds Pamphlet
FanfictionTake a look into the eyes of three historic figures and their views on the Reynolds Pamphlet and Affair. I do not own any of these characters or personally know any of the historic figures. I mean to do no damage to them or their reputations and am...
