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Ch01.1 : One year earlier...

Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, daughter of Philip Schuyler -one of the lords of the House of Chatilot. Yes, she was raised to be a lady fit for marriage, but that is the last thing she would think of doing. Because she did not want to be one. In fact, she would rather stay free than be a tool for money.

The Schuylers

Eliza was at the stables, making sure no one was around. She was too esctatic to ride on a horse. Her inspiration of horses who would run free from the reins and the heavy loads of trades. In fact, she wanted to ride on one before anyone could spot her.

She took a stool and tiptoed all the way to the entrance.

In the stables, she approached a strong built brown horse who was eating hay. She put down her stool next to the horse's side and pat him on the back.

"How docile you are. So gentle and quiet. Just once....just once, alright?" she asked the horse playfully. She set her foot on the stool to get on the horse's back while it was eating. All she wanted to do was sit on a horse just to get the feeling of riding on one someday.

She raised her skirts, stepped on the stirrups of the saddle and grabbed hold of the cantel. She inhaled and exhaled and counted to 3. On 3, she lifted herself on the stirrups, raised her other foot over the saddle and managed to get her but on the seat.

"I did it! I can't believe it I did it! Yes" she whispered escatically.

"My lady!"

The horse got frightened and walked backwards as if it were trying to escape. Eliza fell from her seat and onto the ground with her side.

Ughhh...I think I broke something...oh wait i didn't, she thought.

"My lady!" cried a voice once more. It was her black slave and close companion, Rose. "Oh dear...you injured your ankle again?..."

Your voice was so loud...the horse looked as it it were going to jump, Eliza thought to herself.

"W-well, I almost made it." she told Rose.

"Look at all the bruises you got because of the stallion...And what if Madame finds out?" Rose told her lady, concerned how noticeable her injuries had become.

"Come on, I told you he just let me ride him this time!" Eliza reminded her companion, pointing at the stallion that she fell from.

"Rise up...at once! Madame has been waiting," Rose said with urgency, helping Eliza get up on her feet.

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Eliza and Rose passed a long side of a building of their home and turned around the corner to see a garden where Eliza's mother, Catherine Schuyler, and her other two siblings were waiting for her arrival. Rose let go of her arm and Eliza hastened to stand by her siblings.

"Where have you been?" Catherine asked when she noticed the dirt on Eliza's bottom hem of her skirt.

"Did your keeper loiter about at the stables again...?" she asked Rose sternly.

"She...She did not, madame," Rose answered.

"Will you at least speak truthfully?" Catherine asked Rose, indicating that Eliza needed to stop getting away with this habit.

Eliza and Rose turned their heads toward each other; Rose looking concerned about what to say to her mother. Eliza turned her direction back to her mother and took a deep breath.

"Mother, I actually..."

A laugh echoed from not too far away, and her father approached his family.

"Even walking is an excercise for her feeble, ailing ankle. Could she ever ride a horse?" Philip spoke, grinning at Eliza who smiled back.

"Elizabeth, my daughter. It is your long awaited return to the palace. So always display the due decorum befitting for a royal"

"Yes, Father."

"Royals must never dishonor their legacy with coarse demeanor, so commit yourself to the lectures with earnest zeal," Philip instructed his children.

"Yes"

Eliza and her siblings -Peggy and Philip Jeremiah (let's call him Jemmy)- left the garden to continue their studies. Rose followed in pursuit.

"My darling, did you send someone to inform his Majesty?" Catherine asked her husband.

Philip nodded. "He must've come by now"

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Later that day, when Eliza and Peggy were taking noble lessons together, but Eliza still did not feel pleased at the idea their parents conveyed to her.  

"A betrothal?! Ugh come on, make some sense now, will you?" she pleaded with a grumpy look at Peggy. 

PEGGY: "But I've heard Mother and Father talking about it? They sent a missive to Lord Hamilton".

"So...I would be betrothed?"

"Right! You don't want to get married, do you? Then go tell Father to let ME do it instead. Haaaahh(sighing) The youngest son of our mighty right state counselor: Alexander. Hamilton. Doesn't his name have a majestic flair?" Peggy asked with ecstasy.

Eliza smiled but eventually didn't want to think about this arranged marriage her father proposed, so she decided to remind Peggy that they should head to the royal quarters to pay their respects to Her Highness.

"Well, I'll leave you the honors then," Peggy teased.

"WHAT?!" Eliza exclaimed.

"I have no respects to pay to whom so nauseatingly flaunts her majestic beauty. She talks about how much perfume she needs, how much of this and that she needs to look nice" Peggy spoke up for herself and left with a smile.

Eliza understood how different her cousin the princess and her sister were, so she decided to pay her cousin a visit herself.

Ch01.2: The Hamiltons

"Father? Lord Schuyler (Philip) has sent a missive," James Hamilton, eldest of all lords of the House of Nepalese, called to his father.  

"A missive?" 

A couple minutes later...

"Is he not proposing a betrothal between Alexander and his daughter?!"

"... ... ... ... Did Alexander spend the night out, again?!" Lord Hamilton exclaimed, frustrated by how unserious his son. 

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At a brothel....ugh

*******DO NOT FRET! Although he has a good time spending with ladies and spending time with his close friends, He's never slept with any woman. ******

Alexander was sleeping in his nightgown on a soft pillow after drinking so much last night in his room. 

A working lady came in with a tray of fresh cloth and breakfast for the gentleman who was sleeping so peacefully on his nice soft bed. 

"Sir, the sun is up and high..." she told him, but he did not even wake up.

"Awaken now, it's time to enter the palace," she told him once more, shaking him by the shoulder. Then she heard a yawn but from the other side of the room from Alexander's friend, John Barker Church, and next to him was Tench Tilghman. The three men were sleeping like kids who were having a sleepover and would anywhere in the room; either the floor or the bed. 

"(scoffs) How can compeers be so different?" the servant said, as she gazed at Alexander's handsome features. 

Just when she was about to head back outside, she smiled and giggled at the thought of smooching him on his cheek. 

10 min later, dressed in his formal wear, Alexander barged out of the building and got on his horse to head towards the castle for his tutoring lessons. 

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In the castle of England, there was a royal daughter of the king named Angelica who is known for her natural beauty that wows others. However, she uses this as an advantage to get away from her studies and chase her lecturers away.

"Her Highness flaunted her beauty in an effort to taunt her lecturer?! Is that a conscionable behavior?! We need to put an end to her lectures."

"With every new lecturer sent away with the same fate, our royal institute's reputation is being constantly disgraced."

"Speaking of which, where is the new lecturer?"

Alexander popped his head through the doorway and gave a slight bow to the room filled with lecturers.

"I wonder what could have caused this belated arrival..." one of them spoke.

"Consumed by my lectures at the library as I was, I fear I might have..."

"Say what? "Consumed by your lectures"? Sure you weren't consuming the night in a brothel woman's embrace? Take a look at your face will you?!" asked the leader.

"My face?" Alexander asked, rubbing his cheek and finding a red smudge on his fingertips. Appalled by this, he asked what it was.

"You're asking me this? J-Jus-Just head to Her Highness' quarters at once" the leader ordered .

Alexander was mystified by the idea because it was suppose to be Lecturer Edward who was suppose to tutor the princess. ***He was the recent victim of Angelica's cunning games as spoken above****

"Edward just quit..."

"So she's done it again?" Alexander sighed.

Ch03: At the castle gardens

"Hmph...aren't men just fools? Flaunting about on their ethical rigor while they drool like dogs?" Princess Angelica teased at the thought. She was with her personal maid, watering the gardens (one of her hobbies).

"Still, Your Grace, you may have gone too far," the maid, Eunice, spoke. Angelica glared at Eunice as if she was talking nonsense and knew nothing about how she felt.

"Your Grace, Lady Eliza seeks your presence" a random maid spoke.

Eliza came before the entrance and her face lit up when she reunited with Angelica whom she grew up with in her childhood and spent time with ever since, like sister figures.

"Angie!" Eliza called her name with a grin, and Angelica returned the greeting with a smile and a hug.

The maids noticed how odd the princess and cousin walked. haha The princess was walking gracefully to her room while Eliza followed in pursuit like a child. awww

When they entered the princess' quarters, it was so colorful. Racks of shoes lined up by the walls. Accessories of diamonds and jewels were displayed on cushions. Eliza picked up one and took a liking to it. She walked further and found a room of maids with beautiful cloths with creative designs. Like a fangirl, she went through all the clothings as she was thrilled by the rainbow hues of each clothing that is displayed.

As the maids gathered around and showed every piece of fabric to compae with the tone while Angelica either accepted or refused each of them, she and Eliza took a seat to have a chat.

"I heard about what happened to you. Now why would a lady even bother riding a horse anyway? Quite the impetuous, temperament you have. Injuring yourself while engaging in such fruitless antics..." Angelica teased.

And Eliza teased back. "Then why do you collect silky shoes you will never bother wearing, hmm?"

"Because I want to."

"Well, the same goes for me then. 'Cause I want to. And trying to stop me makes me want to go riding more" Eliza explained.

"Last time you tried to you couldn't even get on the saddle..."

"I did manage to...brief...as it was" Eliza hesitated to admit.

"All those bruises and yet... Oh god, Eliza... you're killing me, you know that?" Angelica shooke her head and sighed, concerned for Eliza's well being.

"Your Grace, your lecture starts soon..." a random maid reminded Her Highness. Angelica frowned at the thought of going back there.

"And Lady Elizabeth has hers to attend to as we-"

"Lectures, Lectures, LECTURES! I've had it with them. So Nope! I'm not going!" Angelica argued.

"But Angie, what if His Highness finds out..." Eliza reminded her.

"Could Father do anything about it?" Angelica teased.

Understand her predicament of living a constrained life of a royal being forced upon women, Eliza giggled and smiled, gesturing 'I agree'.

Instead of heading to their studies, the two women decided to take a walk around the palace. With servants and knights following them to guide them, the girls had a chit chat in informal language about the arranged marriage that was bestowed on Eliza and how unfair it is for a royal to serve the people and not think for themselves.

Garden after garden, they talked nonstop.

"Doesn't being trapped inside of these walls feel suffocating?" Eliza asked Angelica.

"Well...not really. There's nothing I can't find here. Take my garden let's say. Know how many wonderous flowers it's filled with?" Angelica grinned, satisfied by her answer.

"Hmm, they are beautiful yes ! But not as beautiful as those living free outside the palace," Eliza thought.

"Your Grace!!!" Eunice raced towards the two women. "Your Grace, I found out who the substitute will be."

Angelica was overwhelmed by this announcement, she was going to tell straight to the maid that she was just going to forget about these lectures until Eunice interrupted the situation.

"His name is Alexander Hamilton."

"Alexander...Hamilton?" Angelica asked, rubbing her chin.

"Lord Hamilton's youngest son, Your Grace"

" 'Lord Hamilton's youngest son'?" Eliza repeated Eunice's words. She repeated once or twice until she recalled Peggy talking about him AND saying the name of someone whom Eliza was proposed to.