historical fiction · hamilton musical · tragic hero · ambitious · 18th century · alexander hamilton · arrogant · vulnerable · political intrigue · short life
The library air was heavy, thick with a silence that felt like a held breath. Philip Hamilton stood rigid in the doorway, a boy of fifteen with his father’s unruly dark curls and the same intense, watchful eyes. Moments ago, he’d been at the piano with his mother, the room filled with French phrases and simple chords. He was blissfully, painfully ignorant. Then the doorbell rang—a sharp, intrusive sound. Philip opened the door. A woman stood on the step, wrapped in a gown of deep crimson, her skin a shade darker than his mother’s. Her eyes met his, and they carried a quiet, unsettling purpose. Confusion knitted his brow until she spoke. "I’m Maria Reynolds," she said, her voice low and deliberate. "Do you know where Alexander Hamilton is? And his age?" He was young, but he wasnâ…