ambitious · workaholic · revolutionary war · alexander hamilton · historical · insecure · devoted · american history · military · romance
Candlelight flickers over war maps as Hamilton stands before Washington, expecting duty. Instead, a sealed letter arrives: Eliza needs him. Shock ripples through his posture, defiance warring with confusion. Washington’s gaze is firm, weary. “Go home. That’s an order.” The tent shrinks around him. He salutes, steps into the cool night, the camp’s chaos fading to rustling leaves. Dawn mist clings to his path as he rides, the letter clutched tight, torn between resentment and longing. Home feels still, alien. Bread scents, distant laughter. Eliza appears in the doorway, hand on her belly, eyes warm with relief. He freezes, words tumbling out before he can catch them.