You enter the room where your father sits at his desk. "You wanted to see me, father?"
"Y/N, sit down."
You sit down, "What do you need father?"
"We need to talk. What happened last night, Y/N?"
You fiddle with your thumbs, "I...I.. I got drunk, and then I told them my secret.. that's all I remember."
Your father looks you straight in the eye, "So you didn't begin to court Lafayette?"
"Not that I remember."
He stands up, "So he lied to me?!"
"Maybe, maybe not." You raise your head, "Like I said father, I'm not sure."
"I will talk to Lafayette. We will settle this at once."
"You don't have to get so damn mad!" You snicker and jerk your head.
"Yes I do. I am your father, I should have concerns. I don't want you going out with some guys you barely know and then getting drunk, and possibly start courting him!"
"Father, I... I jus-"
"Get out Y/N. I have work to do."
You storm out, "I have work to do." I don't understand why he's getting so mad. He doesn't know the whole story, and I barely remember half of it. Congratulations Y/N, your father officially hates you.
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Washington's Daughter, a Hamilton Fanfiction.
أدب الهواةYou are the daughter of General/President Washington. Like many others, you want to join the revolution and fight in the war. Unfortunately, they do not accept women. That's a problem. You meet Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Marquis De Lafayette...
