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

-Chapter 30: Betrayal-

"Mother!" 

The queen turned around and saw her son storming to her. "Arahz," She said, remarking his loud entrance into the now-empty hall. Some guards were still present but they were always present. "We need to talk," He demanded, clenching the document in his hands. "Is now a good time to talk about something serious?" She asked before he proceeded. "What's this?" Arahz asked, ignoring his mother's question. 

The queen didn't look at the paper but instead stared at her son who had been glaring her down. "You know I can't read without my reading glasses, Arahz-" "IT SAYS," Arahz almost yelled, getting frustrated.

"'On the same night, that the Americans attacked the palace, one of the twins had reportedly died. The queen was devastated that her baby girls had died while she was dealing with the Americans' What the f*ck is this?!" He asked her. The queen remained very calm.

"Arahz, I think it's time you go to your room for the night," She smiled, looking past his anger and confusion. 

It felt more like a threat than anything. 

Arahz knew about the tyrant who ruled before his mother. His father. When he had died, his mother vowed to rule in the name of justice. She told the public that but to keep this pax Romana charade up, she had to play dirty behind the scenes. Arahz also knew that but never thought much of it. But was his twin sister really so important that his mother didn't want him to know about her? What was she plotting?

"I'm not leaving!" Arahz told her. "Last warning, Arahz. Go upstairs," 

Arahz shook his head. "Fine," The queen scrunched her nose in a mocking smile. "Guards, lock him up in his room," She smiled before turning around to leave. The closest guards walked up to the prince and motioned for him to start walking. "Wha- MOTHER!" Arahz yelled as one of the guards pushed him back. "Keep moving, prince," The guard told him. When he didn't, the guard started ushering him in the right direction with their bayonets. 

He finally gave in and started walking toward the stairs. He was so angry that he forgot that Philip was still in Samuel's office, waiting for him. 

"Dude's taking his sweet time," Philip remarked as he flipped through some documents. It took him a few seconds to realize the sound of footsteps coming closer to the office. He quickly let go off the files he was holding and looked around for a hiding spot. The whole place was covered in papers and so he couldn't find something to hide under. "F*ck."

"-a matter of letting go," Samuel said as he entered his office. "But I think you let go of her a long time ago," He said and let Eacker in his office. "It's what I had to do," Eacker sternly said as Samuel opened a cabinet. "Sure, sure. You're doing this for your own benefit and I can respect that," He mumbled and pulled out a file. 

"But stabbing Y/N in the back might've been a little over the top, don't you think?" 

"Not at all,"

"Okay, if you say so," Samuel sighed and closed the cabinet. "What was the amount we agreed upon?" He asked and opened the file. "About half a million," Eacker reminded as Samuel checked the contract in the file. "Sheesh, that's going to be a big portion of the treasury. But we have the daughter back now so I guess it's reasonable," He shrugged and signed a cheque, handing it to Eacker.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Eacker said, grabbing the piece of paper and tucking it in his jacket. "You know. It's funny how easily people get blinded by money," Samuel sighed and put the file back where it came from. "Loyalty and trust are such fragile things," 

"Let's get you on a ship back to America," Samuel suggested as he headed back out of his office with Eacker following close behind. As Eacker closed the door behind him, Philip fell forward from behind the door and landed on his knees. He had been standing on his toes, pressed against the wall, listening intently. 

"Son of a b*tch." He mumbled as he stood back up. "This is not good," 

Arahz stomped against his bedroom door, which was now tightly locked, in hopes of getting out. Realizing it was pretty much hopeless, he let out a scream of frustration before laying down on the ground, hoping to find a better solution than brute force. 

Because we all know that laying down on your bedroom floor always helps you come up with ideas.

Waiting for a revelation to pop into his head, Arahz thought about who his twin sister could be. Why hadn't his mother told him about her? It made him feel left out. Isolated from reality. It felt unreal to see his mother deny him an answer especially since it directly involved him. His twin sister was a part of him. He should be allowed to know about her. He'd want to know how'd she'd look like or how similar they looked. 

That's when it hit him.

Literally.

A rock hit him in the face.

I'm not joking.

A literal rock came flying towards his window, shattered it in the middle, and hit him right on the nose. He grunted in pain, rolling to his side as he heard from outside his broken window. "You think we hit the right window?" 

"Well, it would've been a shame if we broke the wrong window, no?" 

"I can't believe you were once in the military, Laurens. You act without thinking about it!"

"Yeah, I'm the living evidence,"

"Oh my god, stop arguing and climb through that window!"

Arahz scrambled up and pinched his nose to prevent it from bleeding all over the place as a group of wild bandits came barging through the window one by one. He backed away, falling back on his butt and looked in horror as the invaders stood up, looking around the room.

"Sheesh, George, I think you chose the wrong room to barge into," Jones said as he noticed the horrified prince on the floor. "No, this is the easiest and most secluded room you can get into from that tower," George said, dusting his clothes off. "I don't even know where you got that rope from. How'd you even attach it to that beam?" Y/N asked Laurens. "I was in the military," He mumbled. 

"Guys, the dude over here is staring at us," Jones said when no one noticed the horrified prince. "Oh, shiet," Laurens said and looked at him. "Oh, shiet indeed. That's the prince," Y/N said and took a step back. "The prince?" George asked and looked up. 

When they made eye contact, Arahz knew exactly who he was. He had seen his portrait in the storage area, covered in dust when he was around 12 years old. When he saw it, the queen requested that it'd be immediately gotten rid of, but that didn't make Arahz forget the face. 

As for George, tears welled up in his eyes. He knew he had a son and he knew his son was taken good care of. But he never saw him. He had his eyes. The color, the shape, the width, the intensity. He suddenly felt the feeling of being watched by his own eyes and it wasn't pleasant.

"So we tie him up?" Laurens suggested. "Oh yeah, totally," Y/N agreed. "They're having a moment, you idiots," Jones interfered. "He's gonna snitch, though!" Laurens argued back. "Well, that's too bad. We'll deal with him later," Jones told him. 

"When the guards are chasing us because of him, I'm gonna make you trip," Laurens threatened.