"Hamilton!", a voice boomed through the camp.

The soldiers went all silent and turned their gazes either to the owner of the voice, or to the culprit, who had just turned up out of nowhere with a red coat and a wound in his shoulder.

Laurens glanced at his best friend with a worried frown. Of course it wouldn't have taken long for the General to find out that Alexander is here.

The latter got to his feet and headed to the General, saluting. His heart was racing and he had trouble to breathe normally. He feared to be discovered now.

"A word," Washington said and got into his tent. The soldier followed him without a second of time to waste. If he'd be found, rather have it fast.

The General stood at a table, his hands propped onto the wood. He looked up at Alexander and said "Why are you here? I thought I made myself clear enough when I sent you home?"

The soldier gulped and thought for a moment, before he spoke up "I apologize, sir."

A laugh came from Washington and he asked "You apologize? Are you that eager to die out there, son?"

"That's not it, sir, I...", he paused when he realized that he had no clue what to respond. 

The General watched him and raised an eyebrow, skeptical. Then he asked "Who are you really?"

The soldier froze on the spot, and, for a moment, he could swear that his heart stopped. So he has been found out already.

"Don't get me wrong, you have an amazing disguise. Looking exactly like my right hand man. But, what are your intentions here by sneaking in as him?", Washington asked. The soldier didn't answer what the General had expected him though "Why haven't you killed me yet?"

"Because, as a British soldier, you hold valuable information," was the others response. 

"Why haven't you locked me up somewhere, then?", the soldier asked and the other replied "Would you rather be tortured and forced to give up information, or take the chance to voluntarily hand it over and have the possibility to get back before your disappearance from your camp makes anyone suspicious?"

In an instant, the soldier's eyes widened and panic filled them, as he blurted out "I can't go back there!"

Washington watched the redcoat, interested in what he now had to reveal.

"Tell me your name. Your real one," the man then said, it was more of an order than a question.

The soldier hesitated. Almost a minute passed, before he said "Y/N Frederick."

For another minute, silence filled the tent, until the General said "I know of no royal named Y/N."

Quickly the soldier shook his...her head and said "I am of no royal blood. I was betrothed and married to Prince Edward, the first brother of King George III of England."

"Prince Edward died four years ago. How would I know you're telling the truth?", Washington asked and she replied "I have his family ring. It was stolen from him around the date of his death, from me. I can show it to you."

"Did you kill him?"

That question took the soldier aback. She felt her blood run cold. Her hands began to shake a little, so she balled them to fists, as she whispered "Yes."

"What made you do it?", he asked and a slight frown formed on his face.

Y/N pressed her lips to a thin line, lowering her gaze. Then Washington noticed how close to collapsing she looked, so he motioned to a chair and said "Have a seat."

Not daring to disobey, out of pure habit, she nodded and sat down, folding her hands in her lap and straightening her back. Habits.

"Edward was ignorant and abusive towards me. He had many political issues to deal with, is what he would have said, but I knew better. I knew he was off to sleep with his mistress. He had a regular one, I was sure of it, because he had weird fetishes that I wasn't willing to fulfill, they disgusted me. And there had to be just one who was willing to do it. He wouldn't have gone through the bother to explain it again and again to different women," she said. Her gaze was focussed to her hands.

"How old were you when you married him?", the General asked curiously, now also taking a seat.

"I was eleven," she said. A shiver ran down her spine at the memory.

"How old was he?", Washington asked curiously.

"Twenty."

Washington stared at the woman in front of he with slight widened eyes.

"Such age differences are normal, especially under the British. I was nineteen when Edward died. I poisoned him. The poison took some time...but it worked eventually. And nobody suspected me, the loving housewife of his."

A small smile formed on her lips as she remembered when it happened. Yes, she may have a hint of psychotic issues to her. 

"I was pitied for the death of my husband. But not a year after his death, his brother Henry started to take a liking in me and proposed to his father that he shall marry me. From then on I know that I had to leave. And when I found out that the British were sending troops to America, I knew that it was my ticket out."

"So you've managed to hide under the British troops for three years now until you thought of escaping?", Washington asked and Y/N nodded.

Washington then began to think, watching the female cautiously, before he asked "What was your last name before you got married?"

The woman thought, but then shook her head "I don't know. All I know is my father taking me to Britain with him and not long after our arrival, selling me off to the royals, betrothing me to Edward. But fathers shouldn't do that, right? They should protect their daughters, shouldn't they?"

Washington sighed lowly and nodded "Yes, usually they should. What perplexes me though is your resemblance to one of my soldiers. You almost had me fooled, Miss Frederick. But there is such a difference between you and my right hand man, I knew that you couldn't be him."

"Your right hand man is Alexander Hamilton, right?", she asked and Washington nodded "Indeed. Do you know him?"

"No. But a lot of people, including you, sir, called me that, so I can't help but assume that I resemble him some way."

Washington chuckled "You are too smart for your own wellbeing."

Y/N cracked a smile.

"My husband always hated me for that."