(Third book) Philip Hamilton X Reader: The almost truth can beguile

-Chapter 22: Do you wanna ride?-

In the dark of the night, in the unbreathable mist of the dawn, a ship appeared on the coast of Dover. As the sleepy crew started unloading their crates on the dock, a few carriages started to arrive. "Lads, make sure these goods aren't harmed. They're going straight to the castle for the Queen's ball. If I see a mere scratch, I will throw you off-board when we return," The drowsy captain yelled at his crew. The henchmen of the queen started loading the crates of produce on the racks. Some crates were heavier than others.

"Oi, William. Could you help me for a moment?" One of the henchmen said as he tried to lift a crate by himself. William came to aid him and found that the crate was indeed a lot heavier than the other crates. "Seems a bit heavy for produce? Should we open it?" William asked. "Absolutely not! The queen said she wanted a LOT of fresh produce. This is probably just heavy bags of milk or flour. Help me get it on the carriage," The henchman said and with the help of William, got it loaded.

They headed full speed toward London. Little did they know that a small trio of Americans lured in the back of one of the carriages. "So, what's the plan?" Y/N finally asked after silently sitting in a crate with Alexander and Philip for a few hours. Alexander, who was squished against Y/N's back, said: "You heard the thing about the ball? We're going invade the ball. But we're going to do it silently," Philip huffed. "Since when do you do things silently?" He chuckled. 

"Philip, son, listen. I have invaded the castle twice. Once to rescue someone, another time to kill the..." Alexander abruptly stopped talking. 

"Nevermind. But know that I have done it twice already. It isn't that hard, to be honest. The queen has so many people walking around. She doesn't even know how you two look like! This'll be a piece of cake," Alexander reassured. "So now you do want our help?" Y/N asked. "Only because you're here now. My plan is simple. Get in, get out," Alexander said. 

"So what is THE thing you need to do?" She asked. "You'll find out when we're running from the guards if we're lucky enough to do so," Alexander shrugged. "And what if we're not lucky enough to be chased by the guards?" Philip asked after a short silence. 

"Then I guess we'll all be hanged tomorrow," 

Y/N hugged herself. "This isn't a field trip, may I remind you. We're headed to the queen of England," Alexander said. "Now, let's break out of this crate and take over this carriage," He grinned and kicked open the lid. The wooden lid catapulted upwards and fell down on the ground, shattering into pieces. 

"Lixian?" William asked as he looked back from the driver's seat. "Did you hear that? Sounds like we broke something in the back," He said. Lixian, who was also sitting at the driver's seat, shrugged. "I think you had a wee bit too much wine before we left," Lixian shrugged. 

"We need a distraction to get them to stop the carriage," Alexander whispered as he poked his head out. "Who wants to jump off the carriage, make as much noise as they can so they think they drove over someone?" He asked the two. Y/N looked at Philip. "I'm not doing it," She told him. "I'm not doing it either," Philip said.

"Ugh, you guys are soooo boring. John would've already jumped," Alexander said and rolled his eyes. "Okay, since both of you are weaklings, I have a plan B," Alexander groaned. "It's not as fun, but whatever," He grunted and got out of the crate. 

"Be prepared to be felons," He said before climbing up on the roof of the carriage. "Pops, be careful!" Philip said. "Don't worry, Philip, my boy. I'm as sneaky as a snake-" "See Lixian! There's an old hag on the roof!" William yelled.

"Welp, plan C it is," Alexander groaned, stepped off the roof and clung onto the side of the carriage. As Alexander held onto the bars on the side, William decided to pick up the pace and go faster to shake him off. "Get off, peasant!" Lixian yelled and stood up, taking his sword out of the holder. "Sorry 'lads' but I need this vehicle for myself," Alexander said and kicked Lixian's hand making the sword fall and fall in between the spokes of the wheel.

The carriage came to an immediate stop and made the two henchmen fly forward. The crates in the back slid forward and some even fell off. Philip and Y/N clung to each other as some of the produce came flying their way. A bag of flour got caught on a loose nail on the rack and launched forward, spreading flour all around. They were covered in it. Alexander quickly jumped on the driver's seat and pulled the reigns making the horses heave back before galloping forward full force. Alexander got pressed against the front of the body of the carriage and the crates moved back to their original places.

The two henchmen, who had fallen on their faces rolled out of the hasty carriage just in time before it could smash them. Y/N and Philip saw William get up and yell some profanity at them before they completely disappeared out of sight. In the front, Alexander took a deep breath in and yelled: "It's safe now!" 

Philip climbed up the roof and sat down beside his father in the driver's seat. "That was way too close," Alexander told Philip. "Didn't know if I'd make it," He admitted. "You did good, pops," Philip reassured and patted his father on the back. Y/N slowly made her way to the two. Alexander took a good look at the two and saw that they were doused in flour. 

"Whoops. Didn't mean to do that," He chuckled. As annoyed as Y/N was, she couldn't bare to yell at him. "Good job, Hamilton," She said with folded arms as she stared ahead of her. A bit surprised, Alexander smiled. "I know,"