Hamilton Oneshots!

The Princess (PT. 1) {Medieval AU}

oo look new mini series--

pairing; various hamilton characters x princess! reader

time; medieval

warnings; idk... none?

type of oneshot; fluffy?

requested?; nada

oh hey remember that peggy x reader thing I brought up this'll be it lol

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Your POV

It was one struggle being a princess, because trust me, it's not some magical fairytale many crack it up to be, and two, it was another struggle fighting against an arranged marriage.

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"(Y/N)!"

"Coming!"

I made my way down the wide stairwell, finding King Washington... or my father, rather, sitting on his throne like usual.

"Yes Father?" I asked, approaching.

"I have some... exciting news for you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"I've found quite the suitable match for you. You'll be meeting him in two days."

I was shocked. "Wha- I- Father! Who is he?"

"Prince Lafayette."

"Isn't he the Frenchman who came all the way from across the sea? How did he even become a prince?!"

"He moved here from across the sea, (Y/N). He was already a prince. Lafayette has family here in America."

"B-But you told me you wouldn't put me in an arranged marriage!" I exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). But he needed a wife and you need a husband. You've already passed the age you should've been married already."

"But I--"

"Two days, (Y/N). No buts, no arguing."

I sighed. "Yes Father."

Ha. Two days my *ss.

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So here I was. Midnight of the same day. Changing out of my night gown into my lightest dress (a light-F/C shaded one that just grazed halfway down my thigh. It had pieces of lace on it too), I opened my closest, pulling out my hidden pair of black lace-up boots ("A princess such as yourself should not wear anything other than flats or heels! It's improper!" Jokes on my family, I liked the outside world). I slipped on a black cloak over my dress.

Grabbing my also hidden satchel, I shoved my other light dress into it. I also grabbed some of my money, my comb, and put it in the bag with the dress.

I walked over to my window, opening the shutter doors. I grabbed the rope I had fastened, tying it to a hook on the window sill. Making sure it was secure, I pulled my bag over my shoulder, climbing down.