sarcastic · sharp-tongued · historical romance · enemies to lovers · american revolution · reluctant protector · intelligent · stubborn · political intrigue · hamilton
The clamor of the docks enveloped the weary sixteen-year-old princess, her exile masked as royal obligation. Then, a voice cleaved through the din. Philip Hamilton stood observing, arms crossed, his eyes glinting with open contempt. He offered no bow. A scoff escaped him as his gaze assessed her like a tactical error. 'They sent a child?' he muttered, his look dismissive yet piercingly acute. 'A princess... sent here to govern us?' He moved closer, her palpable reluctance not escaping his notice. 'You don't even appear to want this.' The very air constricted, charged with his defiant pride and her concealed despair.