Hello! I would just like to inform you all that I have lowered the ages of the children by 3 years. This is due to the fact that I based Angelica more off of the musical version than the historical (so for example when it was Alexander's and Eliza's wedding, she was not yet married). Therefore, all of the children are 3 years younger than they would be at this point historically. Thank you!

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(Y/N POV)

"Miss Hamilton?"
"Yes?"
"My mother is waiting for you downstairs."

Angelica's children were far less energetic than Eliza's. Their mannerisms different, from how they spoke to even how they walked. Philip was almost an exact replica of his father and exited our room with his hands locked behind his back. Only a year older than Philip Hamilton and the boy had developed into a man. He did not play with his siblings from what I had noticed thus far; in fact, none of them were willing to play other than Richard, still a young and pure infant. It was inevitable that his mind would also be tainted.

"Do you even know where we're going?" Emily asked, quickly brushing her hair before we left.
"No," I admitted, "but I trust that Mr Church will know his way around."
"He'll know where the King lives?"
I shrugged. "Maybe he's in Buckingham Palace. That's the first place you'd look for a King in London, right?"
"Ah, yes, so we just walk into Buckingham Palace?" she questioned sarcastically. "Just, 'Hello, I'm paying a visit to my old friend George, is he at home today?'"

"Alright, shut up." I stopped her, fastening my neck cloak. "If you want to come with me, you have to learn to keep that mouth of yours shut, something that you have been incapable of since the age of three."
"Incapable." she muttered in disagreement. She slammed the brush against the desk that we both shared, separating our two beds. "I have been perfectly capable-!"

"Is everything alright, you two?" Angelica called.
"Yes!" I responded. "We're coming!" To tease her, I lightly nudged Emily's leg with a grin. She did not take this kindly and replied with a full kick to the shin. Grunting from the pain, I pushed her back from her sitting position on the bed and fled the room. We were grown adults, yet Emily was the only person in existence that I knew from my childhood; it was rather entertaining and often even comforting to relive my youthful memories with her.

I passed Elizabeth on my way to the stairs, a girl the same age as Junior and yet far more studious. I had rarely gotten the chance to see her as it result of it. She sat cross-legged on the floor, intent on reading a book. I was curious to how developed her reading and comprehension skills were- at her age, I could hardly speak. Alas, that was one of the joys of the 18th Century: the inventiveness of their children.

With Emily trailing behind, I made my way downstairs. A young maid passed, carrying a tray of food and drink. Mr Church awaited at the bottom and took his coat from the coat rail. Sensing my nearing presence, he spun himself around and smiled. "Are you ready?"
"Of course!" I exclaimed, likely overconfident.
"A King is not a man one should tamper with, Miss. A King is elected by the almighty God himself..." -He paused to fasten his buttons- "But I suppose a little more... deranged."

I chuckled at his comment, making way for Emily. Mr Church ruffled his son John's hair as he passed. He bared the same head of curled hair as his father did but the face of his mother. Mr Church did not like to associate himself with his children that often, surprisingly. Alexander worked in a similar fashion towards his children, but not to the extent that Mr Church did. If he was not writing- which was the majority of his time spent on the earth- Alexander would immediately turn to his children. Mr Church, however, did not, and his time with them was limited.

"Ready?" We were asked again, this time by Angelica. She already wore her coat, gleaming positively towards us. Mr Church strolled over to kiss his beloved wife on the forehead. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"Yes, of course." I agreed, much more reluctant than I was before.
"Oh, be hopeful, child!" she exclaimed, abandoning her husband's side to straighten my neck cloak. "The King will treat you both with an incomprehensible amount of dignity!"
Emily scoffed. "I think you mean contempt."

"Hush, child, were you not the one who persuaded her to embark on this deadly mission?" Angelica teased, handing us our coats from the rack. She glared at Mr Church, unimpressed that he hadn't done so himself.
"Well yes, but-"
"Remember what I said, Emily." I interrupted, reminding her of our prior conversation. She bowed her head to the floor obediently, but still lurked within her the frustration of that young girl.
Angelica chuckled. "Nonsense!

You are both going to have lots of fun!"

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I stepped from the carriage and into the winter's chill. Thanking the coachman, I stared directly up to the palace. Buckingham Palace. I'd never in my wildest dreams imagined that I would be granted the privilege of entering Buckingham Palace, let alone 3 centuries earlier. The guards were certainly different from any modern one, appearing as though any ordinary soldier in his military uniform and equipped with his musket. Emily shrunk by my side at the immense capacity of the building. "This is it?" she questioned in wonder.
"It appears so."

"You have the letter, do you not?" Angelica made certain.
"Yes, I-" -I pulled it from the pocket embedded into my dress- "Here it is."
"Wonderful! Now how do we..."
"I believe we consult the guards." Mr Church concluded. They dared not to move, glaring at anyone who challenged to come close to them. Mr Church was the first to progress forward with his wife, whilst I followed with Emily clinging to my side.

"Good evening, gentlemen." he introduced.
The guards did not respond.
"These young ladies here have journeyed from the Americas after receiving news from your King." Mr Church presented his hand out at us. On finishing his short speech, he stared at me expectantly.
"Y- Yes, here I have... a letter." I unravelled it, extending it to a reasonable distance that the guards would be able to read it.

"You're Miss Hamilton, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir."
The two guards took a glance to one another, then back at me. "Follow me, please."
I reluctantly trailed behind the man. The other guard, however, halted Emily in her tracks. "Please, she's with me." I dismissed the guard. A look of terror drowned her as she scurried to my side again.

The King was waiting just inside.

Waiting for me.

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(Sorry I haven't published for over a week, I've had no motivation to complete it lol)

(And sorry it's bad, my mind is a bit... preoccupied-)

Hello! In case you haven't seen already, A Beggar's Testimony (Charles' backstory) is out now, if you're interested!