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Angelica Schuyler stared in surprise as she was met by a broken looking woman at the door of her sister's, Eliza's, home.

The woman had just knocked, while Angelica, Eliza and Peggy had been sitting in the living room, chatting and drinking tea. Angelica was confused by how similar the woman looked to Alexander.

"How may I help you?", Angelica asked politely and wiped her surprised expression away.

"Are you Eliza Hamilton?", the woman quietly asked. Angelica could see in her eyes how weary she was, how tired.

Angelica shook her head "No, I'm her sister. I'll be right back." Angelica smiled before she rushed to the living room and said "Eliza, there's a woman at the door for you."

Eliza frowned and got to her feet, making her way towards the entrance to see who stood there. Peggy and Angelica followed suit, out of pure curiosity.

"Yes?", Eliza said as soon as her eyes fell on the woman on her doorstep. Eliza, too, was taken aback by the similarities this woman shared with Alexander.

"Um...I'm here because Alex sent me...", the woman said and averted her gaze, her arms loosely wrapped around herself. "My name is Y/N Frederick...well, Hamilton, actually. I'm Alex's sister."

Eliza stared at Y/N with widened eyes and immediately stepped to the side "Come in, please, come in!"

Y/N sent Eliza a grateful smile before she stepped inside.

Peggy looked at her sisters and to Y/N, before she curtsied a little deeper than she usually would and said "Peggy Schuyler!", probably a little too energetic. Angelica was about to follow suit, when Y/N said "Please, don't. There's no need for those formalities. I may bear the royal name but I'm just Y/N, nothing more, nothing less."

Peggy blushed in embarrassment, while Angelica and Eliza giggled. Y/N managed a small smile.

"News spread that you were kidnapped while pregnant," Angelica said "You don't look very kidnapped though." Y/N winced at the mention of pregnancy.

"A friend of mine helped me over the sea, so some people of course jumped to conclusion," Y/N stated and met neither of their curious gazes.

"What about the baby?", Peggy asked quietly, having noticed how Y/N had reacted to Angelicas words.

Y/N took a deep, shaky breath, shrinking a little into herself as she stood there, until she finally spoke up "It was born dead."

Gasps came from each of the sisters. Y/N had her gaze fixed to the ground, hoping she could ignore the tears that tried to fight their way to the surface. Then a yellow dress came into view and she felt someone hug her.

Y/N hesitated a little, before she returned the hug of Peggy. She tried in the beginning, she really tried to hold back the tears. But with this embrace, the tears just came. 

When Y/N calmed down a little, the Schuyler sisters led her to the living room, where she sat down next to Peggy. 

"Can you tell us what happened?", Angelica carefully asked, sitting opposite of Y/N. Addressed woman looked up and forced herself to give the sisters a small smile "I guess that would be appropriate."

Y/N thought a little, before she decided she'd better start of at the beginning.

"I don't remember much of my childhood. I remember my two brothers, Alex and James. Alex is my twin. We lived in the Caribbean together, this is what Alex told me though. I really don't remember much of it.

"My father took me away from my family when Alex and I were ten years old. He took me to Britain. With eleven years I was married off to Prince Edward, Duke of York and Albany. He was twenty." The sisters gasped.

"I wasn't deemed suitable by him to bear children. He tried, but he failed. I don't know why. But I was glad. I couldn't have imagined to bear a child with barely even fourteen years of age. So, instead of constantly trying, he got himself some whores to play with, living out his fetishes with them. Everybody knew but nobody said a thing. They all saw me as the poor housewife, wondering how I had to suffer with Edward going along with his...hobbies."

Y/N shuddered slightly at the memories.

"When we were on a trip to Genoa, I finally took the opportunity I had and poisoned him. It took a while for the poison to work, but slowly he fell ill and we had to stop in Monaco. He died in my arms."

While Y/N had a soft, sad smile on her lips at those memories, Peggy and Eliza looked a little pale.

"I was pitied by everyone, because I put on a good act. As I sat beside his deathbed I held him in my arms, and I cried. I acted like I suffered while, deep down, I wanted nothing more than to laugh at his idiocies to let me come with him. Maybe he had known of my intentions the moment we had boarded the ship in Britain, maybe he hadn't. I couldn't read his face through my tears but I saw him smile. So maybe he was glad that I ended it."

Y/N felt nothing as she told the sisters this. Not guilt, not remorse, nothing. 

"I was nineteen, he was twenty-eight at the time of his death. After I returned to Britain I was left alone by most, pitied by everyone. The loving housewife who had nothing to do with her husband's death. Until, one day, Henry proposed to his father the idea that he should marry me. After all, I was still young and useful."

Y/N let out a bitter laugh as she said those words, her hands gripping the fabric of her dress tightly, her knuckles white.

"I fled. I hid under the British troops and found my way over here, to freedom. I managed to hide for three years, until I finally arrived in an American war camp. I have to say though, the welcoming wasn't nice. I was slammed into a tree by a friend of Alex. The fact that I look so much like my brother saved my life right then and there.

"When I was to talk to Washington, he helped me. He gave me a new identity, a new place where I have come from, a new occupation. He helped me, even though he knew the risks. Afterwards it didn't take long for me to find out what the King of Britain had ordered. And after long back and forth's I finally went back."

Angelica nodded, as if to say 'We heard of that', while Peggy laid a hand on top of Y/N's and smiled reassuringly.

"I got married to Henry. After he had raped me and abused me. And even after our marriage the rape and abuse continued, until I found out I was pregnant. All of that stopped and I couldn't have been more grateful. Until I awoke in the middle of the night and saw that I had bled."

Another gasp came from the Schuylers.

"When Henry found out...I thought he would be understanding. But oh how wrong I was," Y/N said, her voice lowering a little. Her eyes began to sting.

"He raped me again. As if I had chosen to lose our child. And after I revealed I was again pregnant, he turned into the most loving and gentle husband ever. He made sure I was alright in the beginning months, until my stomach began to grow more and more, which assured him the child would be born. Then he ignored me. And when I heard...when I heard him talk with his brother about wanting to kill the child if it was born alive, that he only wanted me for my body and the services I could give him, I fled again."

Quickly Y/N wiped a tear away that had dared roll down her cheek.

"A friend helped me get back here. I landed close to Yorktown in Virginia. I was trying to get through the towns unnoticed but failed. A British soldier assaulted me, beating me. And just to my luck, my water broke then. If it weren't for John finding me, then I would've ended up giving birth there alone or dying in the process of the soldier abusing me.

"John brought me to their war camp. And then Alex was there, holding my hand during the birth. I knew it was him the moment I laid eyes on him, hell, I look into his face in the mirror every day," Y/N let out a weak laugh.

"The child was born dead. Dented head, limbs too small for the body, it wouldn't even have had the chance to live. And when I held my baby in my hands," Y/N couldn't describe it, a sob escaping her lips and the tears rolling down in a waterfall once more.

"If Henry wouldn't have been so abusive and heartless, I may have had given him a chance, might have even fallen in love with him. But he, he ruined my life in the worst ways...it has to be his fault, his abuse, his ignorance towards me, it's all his fault."

Y/N broke down once more. She had lost track of how many times she had cried in the past hours on her way here.

This time Angelica hugged Y/N, holding her close and giving her some comfort. Eliza and Peggy were as pale as ghosts. Nobody could imagine what this poor girl had been through., even after hearing her story.

It just hurt the Schuyler sisters to hear something like that. And they knew they had to do everything they could to fix Y/N.