Philip Hamilton X Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 17

8 Years Later
You've been isolated from the world ever since that day. You're currently 19 years old. You've grown to be a beautiful, brilliant young woman who shows compassion and gratitude wherever she goes. Your father is proud of this, proud of his decision. You haven't left your home in 8 years, the only place you're allowed is your garden. You spent most of your time there, watching the carriages pass and the seasons change. You've grown quiet, distant. Nobody knew you anymore, they didn't know the real you.

Despite everything, you haven't forgotten about the Hamiltons. They were the people who you admired. They were always so close, so loving, so perfect. At least, that's what you thought.

Recently there's been a pamphlet going around, The Reynolds Pamphlet. Written by Alexander Hamilton, it was a gigantic packet about the affair that took place that faithful summer. "Dear God," you mumbled, your right hand over your mouth as you read Hamilton's word with help of the left. Your finger traced along the words, your image of him changing in an instant. You couldn't believe the words you were reading, and tears streamed down your face as you read the words over and over in your mind. "If I feel this way, I can only imagine how his family feels," you said to nobody. You pushed yourself away from your desk, changing into your clothes for the day. You decided on wearing a (favorite color) dress with lace running around the torso. The train of the dress was the same color but faded, and the entire bottom had small flowers scattered about it. You made your way downstairs, the help bowing your direction as you made your way to the dining room; you made sure to curtsy in return.

"Good Morning, how was your rest?" Jefferson asked, reading the morning paper. You stayed silent, looking at the plate before you. You couldn't stand to look at it, your appetite gone. "I'm assuming you've read about what that bastard, orphan, son of a-" "please don't continue that sentence," you interrupted, looking up at your father. "It's true. If I had known he was so unfaithful I would've never allowed you to befriend his little brat of a son. What was his name?" "Philip." you deadpanned, grabbing hold of the knife to your right. Jefferson noticed this and made his way over to you, slapping the utensil out of your hand. "We don't need a repeat of the other night, so I suggest you put on a happy face and get that attitude in check. Your uncles are coming over today. We'll be traveling to the city,"

For the first time in forever you were close the carriage that had taken you all over the country for many years, until isolation took over your life. Burr had convinced Jefferson to let you leave the house, saying that sooner or later you would need to find someone to marry, might as well start looking. "Are you excited?" Burr asked, his perfectly white smile painting his face. You nodded vigorously, watching the scenery attentively. "It's so amazing, more beautiful than I remember," you sighed, wishing you could capture this moment forever. "(Y/n), what do you plan on doing when we arrive?" Madison questioned, looking at you with a smile as well. "Oh, I'm going to try to cram as much as I possibly can into one day! I want to go shopping in the boutiques, the farmer's market, and I plan on visiting the flower shops to pick up some decor for around the house," You were truly excited, there was nothing that could ruin this day for you.
Nothing.