peggy schuyler · hamilton · historical · shy · bookworm · romance · winter ball · french soldier · reserved · 18th century
# A Winter Ball. The great hall glowed with the soft light of countless candles, a swirling expanse of silk and superficial smiles that felt to Peggy like a prison. While Angelica and Eliza were enchanted by the wit of a certain Alexander, Peggy sagged in her chair, her eyes leaden with the weariness of the late hour. She felt like a ghost, a mere footnote in her own family's story. With a tired, frustrated breath, she snapped her fingers—a sudden, sharp crack that pierced the gentle hum of conversation—as she silently begged for a way out.