Author's note: You will notice that the words are becoming a present tense rather then a past tense. Because as you may recall, the prologue was meant to be the present. But since the previous chapters all occur a year before the present, you readers are brought throughout the events that lead to the present which is happening "now". 

And now as you may know, what happened in the prologue has passed, and now you are in the present. Thank you for understanding. 

PREVIEW: He follows the crowd and finds himself ending up at Lord Schuyler's mansion, where his family waits for his arrival. He quietly approaches through the crowd like a predator on a hunt for prey. However, more of the people's gossip continues to stop his tracks.

Person 1: (gasps) Look at how charming all his children are!

Person 2: Yea! Take a look at that one over there! He's so charming!

Alexander: His children?

Person 3: To think those will be our future prince and princesses.

Alexander's eyes follow Lord Schuyler who is walking towards his family who gather around him to embrace him for coming back alive. All of them except one, which catches Alexander's attention. Even though he grabs hold of his sword's handle, his eyes end up finding a very familiar figure.

Time seemed to slow down when he had a feeling he knew her but he keeps denying it.

.......

So as much as his rational mind rebelled against the idea, he knew in his heart that the woman he loved so dearly... was not the handmaiden of the royal princess. 

"That must be the eldest daughter?" the woman said. 

"That's right! I also heard that she's the lord's most cherished. 

Meanwhile, Eliza was looking at her father's direction. The sight of him smiling to the crowd made her feel sick to the stomach. As his daughter, she tried to visualize the times they shared together. How much he supported her and loved her unconditionally. But it breaks her heart. 

In this moment, it is not because of overthrowing the Nepaleses'. It is because beneath that smile is a murdurer and not that of the father she's always admired. 

Then, someone's cries caught the Schuylers' attention, including Eliza who found this to be unexpected. She looked up, and saw the only face that she wanted to see for a very long time. 

It was Alexander. Alive but injured. 

By the way he tumbled over with his injured body broke Eliza's heart bit by bit. Even with the thought of him being alive yet angry broke it even more. 

No matter how defeated he felt, he attacked the guards, including Tilghman. Eventually, Alexander fell to his knees with the guards' swords surrounding his neck. All he could do is look at Eliza in the eye.  

Before Eliza could say anything, Charles knocked him on the head that made him collapse. Eliza screamed out his name in horror of him dying in the hands of her guards. She ran towards his unconcious body and wept tears. 

She ran towards him, but was blocked by Tilghman. She hated being in a barrier. She wanted to break through and fall to his arms. To stay with him until he wakes up. 

The further away she was from Alexander, the more weary she became. No matter how much she cries out to him, there are always guards to keep them apart. She continiously cried to her lover, but he would not wake up. 

Tilghman led her to her chamber as the Lady of the household and Rose followed in pursuit. After Tilghman left, all Eliza wanted to do was grab him by the shoulder and order him to take her to Alexander. 

But with three against one, there would be too many people to stop her. 

Rose held onto Eliza, begging her to stop. "My Lady, what is there to do right now? "

"Oh Rose, He's still alive... And they're going to kill him."

"My Lady please..." 

"Let me go at once! I command you to!" Eliza yelled at Rose. She didn't care how rude she would behave. She was tired of playing nice or pretend. 

However, her yelling came to a stop when her mother set foot in her chambers. "Mother..."

"Please...Mother..." Eliza begged her mother. She thought her mother would understand at some point of what it would mean to lose someone you love. Lady Catherine did. 

Even though she lifted her hand to hit her daughter, a part of her could not blame her daughter for feeling this way. 

The thought of Alexander that made her "crazy" broke her heart, she dropped the hitting and held Eliza in her arms instead. In her arms, she could feel her mothers' tears rolling down from her eyes to her own cheeks. 

"How could you let devotion ravage your soul? He has now learned that you're the daughter of the Chatilots... so what else could you possibly do or tell him?" her mother argued in tears, but in a sad tone. 

Eliza knew in her heart that her mother was right when she stopped resisting in her mother's arms. 

After Eliza's tears stopped falling down for a while, her mother let go but kept her hands on her daughter's shoulders; she implores Eliza to look at her in the eye and understand. 

"All you are to Alexander Hamilton now is the daughter of the man who killed his father. So please, before you get hurt by his remarks any further, make a sacrifice for your own sake, and let us forgive and forget him. Alright, Elizabeth?" she whispered softly to her daughter. 

Eliza did not say anything. All she could do is let all her tears out. She cried the pain out while her mother and lady in waiting stood and sat beside her. 

...

Time passed and when her mother had to leave them for a bit, Rose brought a bowl of cool water with a towel soaked in it to wipe out the cold sweat from Her Lady's forehead. Dark circles formed beneath Eliza's eyes. 

After all this time, I have no right to tell him I'm sorry. I still did not tell him who I really was. Alexander has every right to be angry at me. I hurt him to the core, but in a worse case of all that could happen. First the princess and my lies led him to be arrested for something he did not do. And now, his family is dead.... she thought.

She even thought back to the time when she gave him her new nickname "Betsey" instead of her real name on the day they confessed their love for one another after their visit from the graveyard. 

"If I had told him earlier......all of this would not have happened..." she spoke to herself. 

"What?" Rose asked, mistified by what she was saying. 

"He's still alive.  And I must save him," she decided.

But Rose firmly held her arms, telling her not to go to him. Eventually, the two of them were on their way to implore Lord Schuyler to at least spare Alexander's life. And she did. 

"It is the last favor I will ask of you. Should you grant it to me, I shall follow your wishes for the rest of my days." 

"He came here to slay me. And he shall continue to do so til his last breath if I spare him," his father coldly responded with his expressionless face. 

He is not wrong...but...

Lord Schuyler continued: "Your devotion for him is lamentable, but I have no other choice."

"What else must you covet? Was there even any act of treason done by his father? Treason or not... After all the bloodshed in one night, you're still not satisfied?" she confronted him further. 

"Your behavior will only bring his execution closer." Lord Philip ended their conversation as final, and walked away from his daughter. 

Later that day, rumors of Alexander's execution drawing near spread throughout the markets. Even Princess' Angelica's uncles were captured by Tilghman's men to the Westminister palace. 

After Eliza learned her father had forbade her to meet with Princess Angelica and John Church, she --with the help of Rose-- crept under the noses of her guards. Dressed in clothes fit for a commonor, they walked to the palace as fast as they could without arrousing any suspicion. 

It took until nightfall. Hiding in her cloak, Eliza found John Church along with Alexander's godfather, George Washington, making their way to somewhere. She had a feeling that wherever places they are headed to, it would lead her to Alexander. 

And so it did. They eventually made their way to the dungeon where Alexander was kept. She took off her hood and waited for her turn. However, it was not long before she was familiar with Tilghman's approaching outside that she had to hide behind the castle walls. 

While hiding, she could hear loud screams of anguish that she was not familiar with. She could hear Church arguing, and worst of all Alexander's yelling. All she could hear was: 

Church: "Hey alexander... its me , john. Don't you ... recognize me?" 

Alexander cries louder and louder. 

Eliza hated the fact that she loves him so much that it breaks her heart to hear him suffocating like this. 

When the voices eventually quieted down, Church and Washington walked out of the prison, and Eliza noticed the hoplessness in Church's eyes. She had to overhear what was happening. She could see Church failing to hold back tears and Washington patting him on the shoulder to comfort him. 

"They're going to execute him Alexander in the morrow....what can we do? (sniffs) There was no sign of life in his eyes," Church sorrowfully spoke. 

"Let us find a way," George Washington spoke no further, knowing that words won't help this time. After they were out of sight, the word "execute" echoed in Eliza's mind.  

The one question that echoed in her mind was when the execution would take place. Eliza didn't know what she was suppose to do yet, but she walked towards the guards. Despite Rose warning her they won't let them in, that didn't stop her. 

The guards blocked her way. 

"Take your leave at once. This is no place for damsels like you to visit!" 

Rose stepped in. "Her Ladyship is Lord Schuyler's..." she spoke, but until Charles approached. After a while, he led her into the dungeon. The cries of agony and pain echoed throughout the dungeon, and it forever haunts her. 

Concerned that Eliza might faint, Rose asks her if she will meet him. Her mind takes back to her mother speaking of how Alexander sees her now. Eliza clenched her fist along with her skirt. 

Maybe not tonight. 

As soon as she turned around to take her leave, she saw Tilghman's standing before her. Her eyes widened by the thought of betrayal Tilghman's has done. Rose took her leave to give them privacy, leaving Tilghman's to step forward to Eliza. 

"It's a perilous place filled with treacherous convicts. May you ta-" 

"Don't you think I know that? Forget trying to help him...but how can you refer to him as a traitor? He's done nothing to betray, and I know you know that..." Eliza asked. Tilghman said nothing. 

"Spare him. I'm begging you, Sir tilghman," Eliza implored. Tilghman finally looked up, irritated by those words she has been saying nonstop. 

"I am your future spouse! So don't ever say his name in my presence ever again!" Tilghman demanded. 

"Would you want to witness a friend's demise with such detachment?" Eliza's voice broke. 

Tilghman - "I am merely upholding my duties." 

Eliza - "Sir Tench... please... don't do this to yourself! From what I learned from my father, his goal is to be king. So, no matter what goals his allies want to achieve, or how many men he gathers, he would not take "No" for an answer. Keep yielding to him and he will lose control of himself. And I know you are aware of that too..." 

Tilghman remained silent. 

What Eliza found immature was the fact that this is all the loyalty Sir Tilghman can reciprocate with, even though Alexander trusted him as his confidante and brother in arms. Eliza spoke no further for tonight, knowing Tilghman is not worth wasting her strength for. 

She and Rose took a stroll around the castle, as if imprinting on every spot she used to be with Alexander. 

"My Lady, we should head back soon," Rose reminded Eliza. 

"5 more minutes, Rose," Eliza asked and Rose obliged. Why is there nothing I can do?  I can find no way to help him no matter how hard I try. What now... What can I do now...

Rose wished she could help, but was aware of the fact that words are not helpful for a time like this. 

Afterwards, the two of them headed home and the last thing Eliza wanted was to be yelled at by her mother when Lady Catherine waited for them in front of their mansion. Even though her mother decided to let her off the hook tonight, that didn't make Eliza feel any better. 

As time went by, time was ticking and the closer the execution was drawing near. But this did not stop Eliza from remaining calm and thinking. 

Then, she noticed a pair of swords from across the mansion. 

...

The next day, Lord Schuyler and his wife Lady Catherine were getting ready for an upcoming occasion. Once they were properly dressed, they were disturbed by one of their men to come outside. 

When they did, the parents found their daughter standing before them, but with a sword by her side. 

"Elizabeth, what is the meaning of this?!" Lord Philip demanded to know. 

"Spare him." 

"Did I not tell you that this behavior would only speed up his execution?" 

"Father, if his demise is what you wish for...start by slaying me"

Her parents were taken by surprise that she would go this far. 

Philip- "What are you...threatening me that you'll stake your life on something as trifling as infatuation?" 

Eliza- "It is not infatuation, but my wish to stop you from harming any more innocent lives. 

"Are you using your own life to blackmail your father?" Lord Philip Schuyler almost grit his teeth when he spoke. 

Eliza nodded. When it comes to this, no one can persuade her no matter what. 

"And you really believe your life will suffice to stop me from fullfilling my calling?" her father argued. Underestimating his own daughter, he passed by her. 

Eliza spoke no further, knowing words don't mean anything to him. She unsheathed her sword and brought the blade deep in her flesh. The sound of the sword caught his attention to turn around and witness his daughter doing what she was willing to do. 

The people around her were speechless when they saw her expressionless look along with the blade drawing blood deep into her skin little by little from her neck.