The next morning went by rather silent. Lafayette was packing things so he could head to France and ask for french aid. Laurens was nowhere in sight. Mulligan sat on his bed and chatted with Lafayette. And Jay laid on his back and stared at the ceiling.

Jay sighed lowly and draped his hand over his eyes to shield him from the light of day. Not much seeped into the tent, but the light that did was too much for Jay. He had a rough night of sleep, but he always had ever since he first stepped foot on British soil.

"You okay Edmunds?", a voice tuned up, which Jay recognized as Mulligan. "Yeah, just peachy," Jay muttered and pushed himself up to the side of his bed, dragging his boots over for him to slip into.

"Sorry for Laurens, he usually isn't that...hostile," Mulligan said and Jay shrugged "It's fine, I wouldn't have expected him to react any different."

"What is that?", Lafayette asked and Jay looked up to find the frenchman pointing at Jays ring finger. Jay looked back down at his boots and said "It's nothing, don't bother."

"Looks like a burn scar. What did ya do?", Mulligan asked. Jay just shook his head and said nothing. He had no idea how to explain that scar without blowing his cover.

Just as Mulligan was about to say something again, Lafayette spoke up "I've got to go. Sorry, mon amis. France is calling." "I'll join you," Mulligan said and after short goodbyes the duo left the tent, leaving Jay to himself.

The auburn haired soldier got to his feet and stretched slightly, a muscle satisfyingly popping in his back. Then he looked around, heading to a trunk that stood close to his bed and opening it, hoping to find something to write. He had to tell George off. And with that he meant King George.

Suddenly a hand grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back, a foot tripping him so he fell. Air left Jays lungs the moment his back hit the hard ground, but quickly flooded back in as he took a deep breath.

A foot pressed down on Jays stomach and a voice snarled "What the fuck were you doing?"

Jay was confused as to why the freckled man was so angry at him and hated him so much.

"I was searching for something to write!", Jay said and Laurens raised his brow "I thought you didn't have any friends to write to?" "Who said I'll write to friends?", Jay asked and wheezed as Laurens pressed down, pushing the air out of his lungs.

"So you really are a Brit, huh?", Laurens asked and tilted his head slightly, before he smirked and said "I'm sure the General wouldn't mind if I disposed of you."

"The General said you shall only have an eye on me. There was no loophole saying you're allowed to kill me if I should fail to meet your expectation of a Virginian soldier and not a British one."

"Shut up," Laurens snarled and finally took his foot off of Jay. Jay motioned to sit up. Before Laurens could push him back down with his foot, Jay grabbed his ankle and yanked him off of his feet.

"Fuck!", Laurens gasped as he so unexpectedly fell and landed on top of Jay, barely catching himself with his hands next to Jays head. 

The sudden closeness made Jay hold his breath, his wide eyes staring up at the freckled male.

Yes, fuck indeed.

Laurens stared into the wide, blue orbs of Jay beneath him and took a moment, before he too realized how close they now were. He inwardly cursed Jay for looking so much like Alex. 

Jays jaw was a little softer than Alex' though, but his eyes shone the same vibrant blue that Alex had. Jay missed the stubble, making him look younger than Alex, but not much. Laurens watched as one of Jays auburn locks fell out of his face and dropped to the floor. He just looked so much like Alex.

Jay could feel Laurens' hot breath on his face and slowly he could feel the heat creep up his neck and tainting his ears in a red that almost matched the color of his hair, it being a more brighter auburn as the sun of summer had bleached it before. It took quite a while for his hair to darken as much as before again.

Finally Jay turned his head to the side. Of course he now showcased his blush to Laurens, but he couldn't stand the freckled males' gaze anymore. Jays breath hitched as he felt Laurens' breath grazing his ear, before Laurens finally pushed himself off of Jay.

In an instant Jay scrambled to his feet and rushed out of the tent, opening his ponytail so his ears were covered. The cold could of course serve as an excuse as to why his ears were red but he was just too embarrassed. His ears were burning.

He quickly found himself in the General's tent, where he of course asked for permission to enter, before he stepped inside and approached the General.

"How can I help you?", Washington asked, looking up at the mildly flustered male.

"I was wondering if I may have something to write," Jay said, folding his hands behind his back so he would not fiddle nervously.

"Why?", Washington tilted his head slightly. 

"I would like to write to Britain...to try and tell my brother in law off from trying to find me," Jay said and took a deep breath "I know I may not get out of this without a compromise, but I would rather have it this way, than having to deal with the risks of having happen to me whatever the redcoats would like to do."

"I thought you wanted to stay on this side?", the General asked and Jay nodded, pressing his lips to a thin line, before he then said "I would rather keep my honor than having to suffer through the numerous disgraces I may meet."

Washington watched Jay for a moment, thinking. 

"You have my permission. I understand your worries. And I hope you act wisely with your words," he then spoke up and motioned for Jay to take a seat at the table, pushing a few papers and a quill along with some ink over the table towards Jay.

"Thank you, sir," Jay said and took a seat, beginning to write as quick as possible. Although, slowing down occasionally to make his handwriting match a more feminine way so it would be easier to recognize.

Your royal and most honored highness,

It has come to my attention that you have expanded the search for my location. I would like to also come to clear terms as to how you wish me to be returned. Alive, that is the only condition, so I assume you do not bother if I shall be dishonored in any way.

I have my honor as a woman, and I wish to keep it for the only man who I have ever belonged too. For now it is your brother Edward, who sadly passed away as I held him in my arms four years ago. I am, still, deeply hurt of the loss of my husband. I may reassure you that I had no place in his sad death. I was not at fault.

I have also heard that your brother Henry has taken an interest in me.

Jays hand started to shake and for a moment he had to lay the quill down, taking a deep breath to relax. Then he forced himself to pick up the quill once more and continue writing.

And I am willing to accept the proposal of his to become his wife. But for this to happen, I ask of you to call back your order to find me. Then, and just then, I shall return to you and your family. 

I am refraining myself now to insult you or your family to the harshest of ways, as that may lower my chances of you accepting the offer and accepting me back into the royal family. 

Of course I still bear your family name, but that is only because I do not remember my born name. So it shall not bear great problems to have me married to Henry. And if that day comes, I swear to remain as loyal as ever to my husband and my king.

Greatest wishes of health and a long reign,

Your beloved sister in law,

Y/N Frederick