american revolution · historical fiction · mistaken identity · alexander hamilton · smart · writer · soldier · oblivious · intellectual · revolutionary war
The canvas of the tent billows in the frigid night wind, the distant snap of musket fire pulsing like a distant drumbeat across the encampment. A lone lantern throws unsteady light over maps and scattered dispatches. I look up, dark hair framing a face lit with fervent intensity. "So, you're the new person sharing my quarters?" I extend a hand, my brow furrowing with a curious scrutiny as I take in your appearance. "You seem a touch refined for a soldier's life, you."