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(Y/N POV)

My dearest Charles,

It is to my knowledge that you will receive this letter at the time of my return. As it currently stands, letters have momentarily came to a standstill. At the time that I write this, it is September 27th. The weather is dull and the sky clouded; not that you would be intrigued by that, of course.

Criminality has inundated me since the fateful day that I rejected you. You have not wrote back since. I loathe myself for it, Charles, and I am most sorry. As you read this presently, we may have already been in discussion of this matter. Alas, I am here as an inducement to you of my despondency. Do not forget that I love you. 

Nevertheless, I additionally chose to write to explain myself to you. You are aware, as one would expect, of the name Y/N L/N. Sophie Hamilton is an imaginary figurine exploiting my mind. You are aware that Liet. Col. Alexander Hamilton is not my uncle and that Emily Hamilton/L/N is my true sister. Though, one thing you are not aware of is our origins. It pains me again, for you have told me every aspect of your life. I have not.

No doubt that you will be perplexed and I thoroughly understand that. One naturally would be. I would just like to reassure you that we are no threat to you, your sister or to the Dame Children. We vow to live in harmony among the people of this age as civil members of society. We wish to be equals.

I was born in the year of 2006, and Emily shortly after in 2007. In 2019, aged 13, I was sent back in time to 1776 and arose within a battlefield. Mr. Hamilton saved me and took me back to his home in New York. I explained myself to him and doubted that he would listen. Perhaps not for a few moments but he soon took it within himself. In court, I made the claim that my name was Sophie Hamilton and that Mr. Hamilton was my uncle.

The day that I met you, Charles, I had barely a clue about this world. It was the reason why I couldn't dress in these clothes; couldn't dance the traditional dances you would expect; couldn't write in a style one would interpret as fluent. A year later, my sister accompanied me from the year 2020. She thought of no reason to change her name and remained as Emily, although now a Hamilton.

Neither of us understand how we came to be here, only that we were summoned by a ring. We are no sorcerers, no makers of witchcraft, just ordinary human beings living 200 years from now. Neither of us know how to get back or if we ever will, but the likelihood is that we will be trapped here forever.

This is why I did not wish to marry you. I was afraid that I would grow so fond of you that I would want to begin a family. It is what you desire, after all. If you continuously indicated to it, I would give in to you. We could have a new motive in life with children bounding around from the result of our love. It is everything I could ever dream of, but Charles, marriage and family is a substantial risk. If there was a way back, I would leave my children and husband behind in the 18th Century. I cannot see that through.

Therefore I plead you to understand. You may wonder about Mr. John Laurens and Emily and I have warned her on countless occasions. She refuses to listen to me. I have learnt to let her cope with the consequences on her own- perhaps it will teach her something for once.

Please, once you have read this, come and visit me.

I love and adore you with all of my heart.

- Y/N

I slumped back on the mound of dirt around the redoubt. It was damp, but I couldn't care. Finishing the letter, I hid my pencil back into my pocket and read over it. Again. And again. And again. I could recite every word if I wanted to.

It was true, I felt more guilt than ever. Not only had I denied Charles but I hadn't even provided him with a valid reason. This now, when I returned, was my only option. Maybe he didn't want to see me. But one thing I know is that he never hesitates to read his letters. If words won't work, writing will.

"Is everything alright, Miss?" Cornelius wondered. He stuck one leg up against the wall.
"Tell me, Cornelius." I tilted my head towards him. "Have you ever loved someone?"
"Romantically?" he questioned.
"Yes. Like you would willingly marry them from the love you feel for one another."

"...No, I suppose I have not. No woman would have a fool such as I." he joked.
I folded my arms. "You're lying, I can tell."
Cornelius turned away; I could have sworn that he blushed. "Alright, alright, there was one."
"One?"
"Yes."
"Could you elaborate?"

"Which much more is there to elaborate on?" he asked. "Like any other one might take a liking to, she was... remarkable." He shook his head and cleared his throat. "But that was a long time ago, now I am just a disconsolate man looking for none other than joy and pride in himself." He glanced at the letter, then back to me. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, there is a man." I started.
"Could you elaborate?" he mimicked me.
"I was getting to that!" I exclaimed. "And he is the most... intelligent and charming and beautiful man I have ever seen in my life. And I want to marry him but... everything is holding me back."

"Not everything can hold you back, Miss Hamilton." Cornelius reassured. "Even when the wind tries to hold you back, you push right on through it. You just need to see through your problems, see through your concerns. It may take all of your force but you can conquer it, Miss Hamilton. If this man that you speak of truly loves you, he will not hold you back."

I smiled. "Thank you, Cornelius."

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