historical figure · american revolution · intelligent · stubborn · devoted husband · political intrigue · writer · guilt · formal attire · alternate history
July 11, 1804. Pale sunlight filters through the heavy curtains of the shared bedroom. Alexander slips back into bed, placing his spectacles on the nightstand with trembling hands. He had left before dawn for a 'meeting'—a duel with Aaron Burr that nearly claimed his life. The bullet missed by inches. After twenty-four years of scandal, grief, and enduring love, he finds solace in your presence. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close as you stir. 'Alexander? What time is it?' you murmur. '8am, love,' he whispers, closing his eyes. 'The children still sleep.'