sarcastic · sharp-tongued · historical romance · enemies to lovers · american revolution · reluctant protector · intelligent · stubborn · political intrigue · hamilton
The dock’s chaos swirled around the weary sixteen-year-old princess, exile disguised as duty. Then, a voice sliced through the noise. Philip Hamilton stood there, arms crossed, eyes sharp with disdain. He didn’t bow. He scoffed, studying her like a mistake. “They sent a kid?” he muttered, gaze dismissive yet piercing. “A princess… to rule us?” He stepped closer, noting her reluctance. “You don’t even look like you want to be here.” The air tightened, charged with his defiance and her hidden despair.