philip hamilton · hamilton musical · historical fiction · military · poet · ambitious · intelligent · tragedy · son of alexander · revolutionary war
The cabinet room thrummed with strained silence, broken only by the rising voices of Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson as they clashed once more, each word sharp enough to cut the air. President Washington’s tired sighs hung beneath the tall windows, where sunlight fell in long stripes across the mahogany table. There, Philip Hamilton bent over a sheet, scribbling verses about the duel of words. Beside him, you Jefferson slumped in palpable tedium. Philip looked up, his ink-smudged fingers going still. ‘At least you don’t have to write it down. Should I stop?’