Hamilton OneShots

Captured in Québec ~ Kingburr Part 1

Burr couldn't see anything, his vision was blocked. The last thing he remembered was storming a building in Montreál, witnessing General Montgomery be shot, and be captured by British troops.

He was being walked somewhere by what he assumed to be two guards. Unfortunately, Aaron knew he had been transported across the ocean. It had been a few weeks, and he knew he had been on a ship.

When the troops removed Burr's blindfold, he did not recognize the city he was in. He had been across many cities on the coast of the United States, but this was new. Then he saw it...

The Union Jack.

Aaron Burr was in Great Britain.

Panic began to set in, Burr realized there was no escape. He was led by British troops to a prison where he was tossed into a cell. It was then he realized how disheveled he was. He had been wearing his uniform for weeks now, blood, dirt, and grime was smeared all over it. He hadn't bathed in weeks either and had been tortured for information. The British demanded to know the whereabouts of General George Washington, to which Burr refused to cooperate. He was determined to stay loyal to the country that was fighting so hard to stay alive.

~Time skip~

It had been another week. They fed Burr twice a day, but never let him out.

Until one night.

A guard banged on his cell.

"Get up you worthless..." he hesitated for a moment "American."

Burr jolted awake and sat up quickly.

"The King wants to see you. I have been instructed to escort you."

The guard began unlocking the door, Burr stood up and walked over.

"Why?" He asked cautiously.

The guard ignored him, he opened the door and grabbed Burr's arm. They walked through the streets of the city to which Burr still did not know the name of. Every street they moved down, Burr earned nasty glares from the citizens and soldiers alike. Many called him out.

The two arrived at a building, walking through corridors. They reached a door.

"You do not speak until spoken to. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir..."

The guard opened the door, and Burr walked in. He walked forward and stood in front of the King, out of fear, he gave a small bow.

"Your majesty, the prisoner from Montreál." The guard stated.

This was him, the very King of Great Britain, King George III. Burr looked at him, King George glared back with a neutral face.

He spoke softly, clearly, and firmly.

"It has been brought to my attention that you and General... Montgomery attempted to storm the great fortress of Montreál."

Burr nodded slowly, afraid to speak.

"They did not tell me your name," he inquired.

Burr cleared his throat.

"Captain Aaron Burr, sir."

"You are no captain in my country, Burr" The King corrected firmly.

"Yes sir..."

The King smiled and stood up, walking toward Burr. Burr avoided eye contact with him.

"There are three things I can do. Kill you now, let you be tried in front of a British jury which will certainly end in accusation, and ultimately death. Or, you can be my slave."

Burr looked at him with fear at the word 'slave'. He was too afraid to say anything. Burr knew a trial would indeed end in death by hanging. There was no way in hell a British jury would vote him as innocent. But a slave? Never in his life had Burr even thought of being a slave.

King George put his hand under Burr's chin.

"You're too pretty for me to kill you, I don't want to spend good money on a trial, and I know for a fact you don't have any of our currency. So, your only choice is to be my slave."

"W-what kind of slave s-sir?"

The King's smile widened.

"Whatever I so desire."

Burr was in thought for a solid minute or two, but eventually, he had made up his mind.

Now he would have to hope that one day he would be free...