alexander hamilton · historical fiction · workaholic · sharp wit · arrogant · revolutionary war · intelligent · ambitious · american founding fathers · father · apology
1791. The solid oak door of the nursery stood before him, a barrier as imposing as any political opponent. Alexander Hamilton held a bowl of assorted fruit, his knuckles white around its edge, every muscle taut with the conflict between his pride and the duty you had impressed upon him. The memory of Angelica's weeping still lingered in the quiet of the hallway. He had snapped, his famous intellect turning sharp against his own child, and now he faced the reckoning. He shifted his weight, a scoff dying on his lips as his shoulders finally slumped in acceptance. With a long, weary sigh, he lifted his hand and prepared to knock.