Ships are Hamgelica and Marliza
And it is historical with historical Hamilton look. Everyone else is musical appearance.
Triggers- guns, duel, homophobia, abuse, possible cursing trigger, character death
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The sun rose, illuminating Philadelphia in a pale yellow-pink light. Citizens rushed through the streets, as did a couple British men who decided to stay in America. One house, however, was much quieter than the others- the Reynolds' household. James and Maria Reynolds lived there with their daughter, Susan. Though all may have seemed perfect, Maria was desperate to get away from her husband.
Maria sat down, a bowl in front of her daughter. Porridge was for breakfast and seated at the table were Maria and Susan but no James. He was never at breakfast. "Where is daddy?" Susan asked, her eyes blinking at Maria. Maria sighed, putting her spoon in her mouth.
"Honey," she said. "I don't know.. he left before dawn even set in." Sarah's face drooped, disappointment in her eyes. "I'm sorry." Susan loved her father, but the young girl had no idea what he did to Maria.
"She'll never learn about what he's done. I forbid it. I'll cover all of his secrets and tell Eliza to get Angelica. Alexander can duel James and then I can run."
"Susan? Can you fetch my quill, paper, and ink, please?" Maria asked, sitting down at her husbands desk. Her daughter nodded, a smile on her face. Maria stretched, itching her chin.
Susan returned with her fathers writing materials. "Are you writing to daddy?" She asked, flipping her curly hair from her face. Maria gave a half smile to her daughter and chuckled.
Maria cleared her throat. "No, I'm writing to my friend Elizabeth Schuyler." Susan looked at her mom. "You haven't met her but she is a good friend of mine. I'm asking if she wants to come for tea sometime." Susan nodded. "Go play." Susan turned away and raced outside. Maria sighed, slamming her forehead to the desk. "Goddamnit! How could I be so stupid? She won't fall for it!" Maria took the quill in her grasp and dipped it in the ink pot.
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At the Schuyler household-
Elizabeth sat by the fire, knitting. She was making a sweater for her nephew, Philip. Winter was coming and it was going to be a frigid one. The door opened, Elizabeth turned. "Messenger Aaron!" She set the sweater down and stood up. "Nice to see you!" Elizabeth looked at Alexander's friend. "Did anything come from Angelica?" Aaron shook his head, fishing for a couple letters.
"It's a letter from your father and one from Maria." He said, sliding the letters to her. "I'd better head out." Aaron turned to leave. A gasp from Elizabeth sent him to her side. "Yes, Miss Schuyler?" She shoved her father's letter in his hands.
