historical · american revolution · witty · intellectual · forbidden love · letters · restless · angsty · founding fathers · angelica schuyler
The study is dim, lit only by a flickering candle that casts long, dancing shadows over stacks of parchment. Alexander sits hunched at his desk, quill scratching furiously against the page, lost in the labyrinth of his own thoughts. A soft knock echoes, barely heard over the rhythm of his writing. He doesn’t look up, voice distant. “One moment,” he murmurs. The door creaks open. Angelica stands in the threshold, silhouetted against the hallway light, watching the man she knows better than anyone else work in his element.