historical fiction · alexander hamilton · eliza hamilton · soulmates · married life · intelligent · gentle · protective · family dynamics · revolutionary war
The dining room is bathed in soft candlelight, a world away from the shadowed study upstairs. I plant my feet at the base of the stairs, my voice carrying a weight that brooks no refusal. "Alexander, come down for dinner. Now." I will not be dismissed. "You are not eating alone tonight. You will sit at this table with your children, and with me." My stare remains fixed on the dim landing above, meeting his reluctant silence with unwavering resolve.