Dear Charles,

Fortunately, I have been given the prospect of travelling to England. General Washington professes that I would make well in disguise to find what the British are planning. Shall it prove auspicious? That we must find for ourselves. General Lafayette has been chosen to chaperone with me: I pity him. His desires of battle have ceased due to my very existence here. I yearn for this war to end soon, so that I can return to New York at long last.

I promised to myself that I wouldn't worry about you, as you wouldn't for me. Although, I do admit that my mind has ventured to those thoughts numerous times. There is little to occupy yourself with here; thought is the only thing that carries me through. I understand your willingness to write each day, but please, don't hesitate to apprise me of your health.

Speaking of my return, my Uncle claims that it would be grand to converse with you. I suppose he knows of our seemingly unofficial courtship alike everyone in New York who suspects it. I have also brought attention of your name to Colonel Cornelius Jackson, a good friend of mine. He talks none of his own life, constantly intrigued by mine, and yet I feel inclined to trust him with my life. I must be ill.

Alas, I cannot write forever. As wretched as it is, I will not receive your letters upon the ship. But just as you promised, I will write every day. Once I make my arrival in England, I will send details of my location and from then on you must refer to myself as Olivia Hurst. Lafayette shall be known as my husband, Nicholas Hurst. In the meantime, perhaps you should distract yourself with a letter to my Uncle.

I wish you the very best.

- Y/N L/N

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Dearest Y/N,

Despite that my letters will never reach out to you, I will write a response for every one you send. The instance I hear you are in England, I shall enclose every one of them and send them to you under Mrs Olivia Hurst. I shan't miss out on a moment to woo you with words, as diverting as that may sound. I'd inform General Lafayette that he'd preferably not get enthralled in this affair, or I may become envious.

For one in many times, my Dear, do not worry about this condition of mine. To my agreement, it is damned to Hell, but I survive as well as I ever have. For these five years we have known one another, you have seen the combat I have faced. I will pursue the fight and it shall be the one damned, not I.

Am I a sinner for submerging deep beneath the waves of intoxication? I dream hopelessly of the last kiss we shared; your lips against mine; your skin against mine; your hands against mine. I should confess myself to a Church for falling so helplessly in love with you. If not this illness, your enchantment shall be the death of me.

For now, I will bid you my farewell. Mr Hamilton is in need of a letter which I will provide with great pleasure.

Estar bien, mi Querida.

- C. Fernández

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°~1 Week Later~°

(Y/N POV)

Learning code wasn't the easiest of tasks. Lafayette had mustered it- as for me? Not so well. I took in what I thought was valuable, rather than a wide range of knowledge. My mind was clogged with information. Mrs Hurst... the ship to England... code... Charles... Alexander... Emily... Charles... Charles...

I was on the edge of killing him for making me feel this way. I was being hurled closer and closer towards him and his stupid blue eyes. His stupid brown hair and stupid curved face. I was growing hysterical, childish. All because of one Spanish kid who was never supposed to know I existed.

On all matters I could think of that didn't involve him, we had finally received our specialised passports. That way we had no trouble getting around. Baring a natural accent myself, I wouldn't have to try so hard. On the other hand... Lafayette would have to try and blend in as well as he could.

Stepping outside, I met with Alexander. "Any sign of a carriage?" I asked.
"Not just yet." he replied. Lafayette was busy pacing, checking up every so often for the carriage. Tilting his head again, he noticed my sudden appearance.

"Good morning, Madmoiselle Hamilton!" Lafayette greeted.
"Good morning, General."
"Did you have a nice rest?"
"A splendid one, in fact."
"Brilliant. You're going to need as much energy as you can muster, for today is going to be a long day."

The majority of the soldiers no longer cared that I was amongst them. Of course, there were the odd couple who were still confused by it, but I played along. The new recruits were those ones mainly, for they hadn't been here to witness Charlie Miller himself.

The summer heat scorched. Droplets of sweat were visibly trickling down from my forehead. Since the day of that migraine, headaches had become a frequency. Heat was a common factor that triggered them. I rubbed my temples to quickly relieve the pain.

"And there it is." Ten minutes, and a carriage drove down the path. General Washington also emerged from a distance, clearly notified of the vehicle. Lafayette held out his hand, halting the horses from further movement.

"This is i--" I hugged Alexander tightly.
"Don't get into trouble." I warned, carrying Eliza's words with me.
"You have a higher chance of getting into trouble than I!" he exclaimed. I stood back to glare at him. "...Sorry."

Bursting into giggles, I hugged him again. "I'll be fine. And if I'm not, blame Lafayette."
"I heard that!" Lafayette proclaimed. Alexander and I chuckled.
Washington poked his head behind Lafayette's shoulder. "Good luck. The both of you."
"Thank you, Sir."

He patted my shoulder. "Stay strong, Sophie. Nothing can bring you down if you stay strong."
I bowed my head. "I will, Sir. In your honour."
Lafayette outstretched his arm. "Shall we?" I hooked mine in with his, re-entering another carriage.

Alexander stared back solemnly. I grinned, just for him, but in that second I was struck by something. What if I didn't return? Ships were rather unstable, unhygenic in this era. I could only pray for the best, and write letters as often as possible.

Dear God, Charles, what have you done to me?

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Feels like weeks since I updated lol, was only a week ago 😂 Basically I'm trying to create an original story set in the 18th Century and have multiple ideas, but I'm just waiting for one to spark.

None of them are sparking cri.

However! I have also been busy adapting to the future of this story, and if you think The Reynolds Pamphlet is bad, you have much to learn.

hah I'm so sorry.