Bianca Schuyler, the second youngest Schuyler Sister, observes a speech given by a man named Samuel Seabury, a British loyalist. Although he is completely different (politically), her sisters help/force her to be with him.
This month has been horribly boring. I had nothing to do. Whenever I went into town with my sisters, I would rarely see him. And when I did, he didn't see me.
"Bianca!" Peggy shrieked, slamming her hands down on my shoulders.
"What?" I whipped around.
"Eliza wants you." She turned and left. I went to Eliza's room to see her standing with a letter in her hand.
"This came for you." She handed it to me. It was addressed:
Bianca Schuyler, from Samuel Seabury.
I took it and tore it open, heart pounding in my ears.
Dear Bianca,
I'm sorry that I have not had the chance to write back. I figured your father would intercept the letter, but I saw Elizabeth, Angelica, and Peggy in townand asked her to give this to you.
Have you been allowed out since I saw you? If not, I sincerely apologise.
If so, if you can, meet me at the apple orchard in the far corner tomorrow at noon.
I'll see you as soon as your father will allow, whether he knows or not.
Sincerely, Samuel Seabury.
"What does it say?" Eliza asked excitedly. We were both sitting on her bed.
"He wants me to meet him at the orchard tomorrow." I told her. Her face grew serious.
"Bianca, you better marry him." She told me. "Father shouldn't decided whether we marry loyalists or not."
"Easy for you to say." I sighed. "You're getting married in a week."
"Oh!" She clapped. "I'll invite Samuel!"
"Eliza." I hung my head. "Father will kill you and Alexander."
"Not at my wedding." She wagged her finger.
"Okay." I sighed. "But I had nothing to do with you inviting him."
"Done." She nodded. "Now. What are you wearing to the orchard?"
"I don't know." I shrugged.
"Well, come on!" She took my hand and led me to my room and closet. Flinging the door open, she sorted through gowns, day dresses, and a load more. She then pulled out two dresses, all green. I like the color, but sometimes it gets old. But, I guess it's iconic for the Schuyler Sisters to be color coded.
"This one." She held up one of the two. It was light green.
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"That one?" I looked it over. I wish I could just wear knickers and a coat.
She nodded. "And for hair," the pulled a blue ribbon out of her hair and handed it to me.
~Time skip to the next morning.~
Eliza's helping to tie my corset and everything.
"I'll tell Father that the four of us are going to town to deliver the wedding invitations ourselves." She explained, tightening my corset. "We'll come and get you after a few hours."
"Okay." I grunted. I then put on my dress and brushed my hair for Eliza to tie back. My hair's more like hers than Peggy and Angelica. She tied the blue ribbon into a loose ponytail.
"If it gets messed up, then just take out the ribbon." She told me passing me a pair of white flats. I slipped them on and did a pose. "Good."
Peggy poked her head into my room. "When are we leaving?"
"Now." Eliza told her, and we left. I was dressed casually, so Father didn't notice that anything was going on. Only when we were well away from the house did anyone speak.
"So we're going to the orchard?" Angelica asked.
"Yes." I nodded solemnly, trying to contain my excitement.
"Why?" Peggy asked.
"You'll see." Eliza replied.
"Okay." Peggy said slowly. Before we reached the orchard, we ran into a familiar face, one that was standing outside of a building near the orchard. The face was wearing a dark blue coat, white shirt, and dark blue knickers. He had reddish-brown hair and brown eyes. I didn't register who it was for a few seconds. I didn't say anything, just threw myself into him for a hug. His arms wrapping tightly around me. (For a better description, it's like when Jack (Jeremy Jordan) and Katherine (Kara Lindsay) hug at the end of Something To Believe In.)
"Oh." Angelica realized. I released Samuel and he did the same.
"Now, you cannot tell anyone about this." Eliza told our sisters. Peggy nodded violently, and Angelica nodded as well. "We'll get you before we come home."
"Samuel." Angelica beckoned him over. He went over to her. "Keep her safe."
"I will." His jaw was set tight as though he took her seriously.
"I'll see you later, Bianca." Eliza turned to leave, and so did Angelica. Peggy came over to me and hissed in my ear.
"I told you I'd make you marry Samuel Seabury." She whispered, then went back to Eliza and Angelica.
"In your letter, you said the far corner." I told him.
"I did." He held out his arm for me to link and we walking to the far corner of the orchard. It's not a very big orchard, but it's not small either. Once we got there, he was silenced.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I've got something to tell you." He said with a frown. We both say down at a white, stone bench. "I'm going to fight in the Revolution."
"What?" I gasped. "You'll be fighting against my father, and- and Alexander-"
"No I won't be." He shook his head.
"You won't?" I cocked my head.
"I've been talking to Laurens, Mulligan, Hamilton, and Lafayette." Samuel told me. "They told me why they're patriots, and it made sense."
"You're not a loyalist?" I asked. He shook his head.
"But to prove to your father that people can change beliefs, I'm going to fight in the war."
"You don't have to do that!" I exclaimed. He could be killed!
"You never know, maybe I'm fighting so I could protect Hamilton for Elizabeth." He shrugged, smiling.
"Eliza." I corrected him.
"She goes by Eliza instead of Elizabeth?" He checked. I nodded.
"Speaking of Eliza, she's inviting you to her wedding." I told him. His brown eyes widened.
