What Comes Next (Hamilton Fanfiction)

Chapter 5.5

What the actual flipping fuck were you doing?

From the looks of the moon, it seemed to be almost 10 in the night— way too late for any idiots to be going to a lady's house just to ask for some advice.

It wasn't okay to randomly show up at a person's house in the middle of the night in the modern day, how much more in a time where it was considered indecent if women were to show off their ankles?

You were surely going to be shouted at.

Or shunned from society.

Or killed.

Or shouted at, shunned from society, and killed.

Its such a terrible idea, it really is. But you still find yourself knocking on the white oak door, anxiously waiting for something to happen. After a few minutes, the door opened slightly.

Your eyes widen as you take a step back. Out of all the things you envisioned in your head, what you didn't expect was to be greeted by a skinny 14-year old. "Hello? How may I help you?"

You stare at the boy, trying to figure out who he is. You knew that the Schuyler family did have sons. What kind of 17th century family would they be if they didn't get a son after all those tries? But the boy looked nothing like the sisters, or even American for that matter.

"Who are you, if I may ask?" You silently hope he wasn't some posh suitor as you continue to examine his features.

He stares at you with a bewildered look. "I belong to the Schuyler family?" He answers before crossing his arms, trying to look unfazed by your absurd behavior. "What business do you have with the family?"

If you could smack your forehead right then, you would've. It never dawned on you that slavery would still be-

You try to hiding your uneasiness at the possible implications. Rubbing circles on the back of your hand, you instead force yourself to focus.

""Uhm... may I speak to Ms. Margarita Schuyler, as well as Ms. Elizabeth and Ms. Angelica Schuyler?"

"Master Angelica, Master Peggy, and Master Eliza have not mentioned expecting any visitors." He tightens his grip the door handle, flashing you a dead stare.

"I- er- It's an urgent matter so I didn't have the time to tell them about my visit." You mumble before you try to reason with the boy. "I promise I'll simply take a couple of minutes."

The boy crosses his arms, his voice now low. "I apologize, I wish I could be of service but I do not believe its allowed-"

"Who's at the door?"

The boy freezes and turns to the owner of the new voice. As he does so, you manage to see her. Despite just being in a white nightgown, she still looks camera-ready. You could barely see a smudge of dirt on her face or a stray hair fallen out of place.

She keeps her posture straight and her head high as the boy bows. "M-Master Catherine! I was just about to send him off! Forgive me if I had disturbed you!"

She gives him a reassuring smile before her soft brown eyes meet your (Eye Color) ones. "Who might you be?" You take a shaky breath and try to keep eye contact while she continues to talk in a slow soothing tone.