George was not sulking. Nope. Absolutely not because George King did not sulk. He was simply out drinking some ale because he wanted to. Samuel looked over at his leader in worry. George only sulked when he was very upset.

"George, are you oka-"

"Who does that man think he is?" George suddenly said loudly, slamming his hands down on the table. "I mean, nobody refuses me! Anybody would be ecstatic to be in his position!!"

Seabury laughed nervously. George shook his fist in the air, a determined look on his face.

"He was mine to subdue!" He cried dramatically before flopping back down and dejectedly drinking his ale.

"You mean marry, correct?" Samuel asked nervously and George stared at him blankly, before going back to complaining about his failed marriage.

"Dismissed! Brutally rejected. And not to mention publicly humiliated!" George cried woefully, before taking a big gulp of his ale.

"More ale sir?" A maid asked, but Samuel waved her off. George was quite the handful when he was drunk and Samuel was definitely not in the mood to stay up late listening to George state everything that was wrong in the world and everything that he was great at. He loved George, but even Samuel had some limits.

"I've been disgraced! Oh what can I do? This is more than I can bear!" George wailed, teas comically falling from his eyes.

"Huh...? You want some beer...?" John Jay slurred from his spot on the floor. His friend, John Adams staring at him from their table in slight concern.

"That won't help! I've never been so ashamed!!" George cried, before flopping down to the floor like the big drama queen that he is.

"What about a musical number about how fantastic you are!" Samuel said in a panic. George had never gotten this down before.

"Just some positive comments will do." George said gloomily. At that, Samuel froze and slowly turned to face his leader.

"I-I uh, well u-um..." Samuel shot a desperate look to the people around the bar, who ether ignored him or stared at him blankly.

"L-Listen here George! Y-You've gotta pull yourself together! Not a s-single man in this room isn't in l-love with you!" Seabury stammered. A few men turned to stare at him and a couple opened their mouths to protest, but upon seeing their town's celebrity's dejected look thought the better of it.

"Y-You're the most admired and popular person in this whole town! There's a g-good reason f-for that! You're an unmatched hunter and y-you're the p-perfect man a-around! Y-You need to k-keep your confidence! A-Aaron will f-fall for you. A-After all, n-no human c-can resist your charisma!" Samuel said. There's a murmur of agreement between the villagers.

"He's for sure the best looking man around." Adams murmured. The 'besides Aaron Burr' went unsaid and justifiably so.

"And he's the best hunter ever!!!" John Jay slurred, repeating what Samuel said. Mostly because he hadn't been listening to Seabury.

"He's amazing with a gun! No one can kill cute, small, innocent animals quite like George!" James Reynolds said happily. James was an emotional drunk, so everyone was always happy when he was happy. He could get violent when he wasn't.

Everyone fed George more and more compliments and slowly, his confidence came back. It didn't matter that some (most) weren't true or that many were repeated. All that mattered was that he was being praised.

"You're so handsome and coy! You're charisma is unmatched! Anyone would be insane to reject you! They would be as insane as-"

"Help!" Everyone turned to the entrance to the tavern and stared at a soaked and desperate Sally Burr.

"Y-You need to help m-me!!" She cried, stumbling down the steps and nearly falling to the floor. A young man who was working as a waiter, managed to catch her.

"Sally! Are you alright? What's wrong?" The waiter, who's name was Jonathan Bellamy asked. Sally turned and grabbed Jon by the shirt, tears falling from her eyes.

"A-Aaron! H-He's trapped i-in-" She stammered before coughing violently.

"Sally, you need a doctor! Here, let me take you to your home." Jonathan said, attempting to gently lead Sally away.

"Wait just a second. What do you mean Aaron is trapped." George demanded, standing up and taking a step towards Sally. She broke free from Jonathan and grabbed George by his shirt.

"Y-You have to save him! H-He's being held captive by a... a.... a terrible beast!" Sally cried, before coughing once more.

"A beast?" George questioned. Sally nodded rapidly, her eyes holding a crazy light.

"A-A hairy horrible beast! And his name i-is Alexander Hamilton!" She cried. Samuel laughed at that.

"And I guess this Alexander is a huge monstrous beast?" Seabury asked and Sally nodded.

"Yes! A huge monster!"

"With a long snarling snout?" James slurred, grinning.

"I-It's not very long. Maybe a-about the s-same size of a t-tiger!" Sally waved her arms around to punctuate her point.

"I guess he's got large razor sharp teeth?" John Adams asked, clearly finding Sally incredibly amusing.

"Y-Yes! E-Exactly!!!" Sally said, nodding her head eagerly. "S-So you'll h-help me s-save Aaron?" She asked hopefully, however she was met with laughter.

"You're even crazier than I thought!" Seabury laughed. Everyone soon joined in, and Jonathan quickly grabbed Sally and started to gently lead her away, very worried for her health.

"Please! Aaron is in danger! W-We have to... We have to..." She cried as she was dragged out.

"That crazy girl! Always up for a good laugh!" John Jay slurred, still on the floor. Others snickered and nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, George looked deep in thought.

"Samuel, I've been thinking... And I've got an idea as to how to make Aaron mine..." Samuel shivered when he saw the slightly crazy look in George's eyes.

"What is it?" He asked nervously and he was beckoned forward. George leaned over and whispered in his ear, causing Seabury to shivered when the hot breath came into contact with his ear.

"T-That's ingenious! I l-love it!" Samuel stammered, his face tainted red. George grinned, obviously proud of himself.

"I know. I'm a genius!" He said, laughing heartily. Samuel gave an uneasy laugh.

"Aaron Burr will become mine!"

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Meanwhile, outside the tavern, Bellamy was wrapping Sally up in a blanket and ushering her into a carriage. "Don't worry Sally. Once you get home, you'll see your brother again." He reassured, however Sally wasn't listening.

"Let me go! I-I can't leave him with that thing! H-He's all I have left! Please! Just listen to me! I'm not insane! Don't you care about my brother?!" She screamed and kicked. At her last words, Jonathan flinched. Truth be told, he'd grown quite fond of the Burr boy. With features like Aaron's, it was hard not to. Aaron didn't know this, but some visitors had spread the word about his beauty and now some people came to their quiet village just to catch a glimpse of him.

"Calm down Sally. Aaron is back at your home, safe and sound." Jonathan soothed as he gently nudged her into the carriage.

"Please Jon! There's not telling what the beast will do!" She sobbed. Jonathan simply sighed and climbed into the carriage, leading it to the Burr residence.

---

Aaron woke the next morning, with a very sore shoulder. He sat up and groaned, realizing that he'd slept weirdly against the multiple pillows that practically took over his bed. He got out of bed and walked over to a mirror that was beside the large wardrobe. He internally grimaced when he saw his appearance. His eyes were puffy and blood shot and his cheeks had clear tear tracks running down them. Furthermore, his eyes held almost an emptiness and his shoulders were sagged.

All in all, he looked absolutely miserable. Not that he wasn't.

He rubbed his eyes and decided to go have a bath. Maybe he'll be able to collect his thoughts and look some what presentable. He walked around the room and quickly found the bathroom. He ran the water and once it was warm, he stripped and climbed in, sighing happily as his tired and sore body sank into the warm water. He left the bath and got dressed in his old clothes. When he left the bathroom, he was surprised to see Eliza and Philip sitting on a trolley, chatting animatedly.

"H-Hello." He said, staring at the two with wide eyes.

"Aaron! How are you?" Eliza asked, spinning around to face him. Philip did the same and Aaron smiled a bit at his eager look.

"Mr Aaron! I'm glad to see you up! I just finished a poem! Wanna hear it?" Philip asked and Aaron gave him a tired look.

"Later okay? I'm still very tired and quite hungry." He said. Philip looked disappointed, but nodded.

"Alright."

"How are the two of you?" Aaron asked, observing them both.

"We're fine Aaron. But what about you? You had quite the night last night. I know it's hard to accept what happened and I can't imagine what you're going through." Eliza said gently.

"I do feel a bit overwhelmed and I'm still upset. Do you think Mr Hamilton will ever let Sally visit? I worry for her well being. I'm worried she won't eat or sleep and will obsess with getting me back. I don't want her hurting herself." Aaron said softly. Both Philip and Eliza gained solemn looks.

"I... I can't say for sure. It's been years since Alexander has gotten to interact with humans. He's very excited to have you around. He won't want to risk losing you to anything. Not even another human." Eliza said sadly.

"I see..." Aaron said quietly. He looked away and felt tears build up. So he was right. He was never going to get to see his only family ever again.

"Mr Aaron! Please don't be mad at Alex! He's really nice when you get to know him! Please give him a chance!" Philip said desperately.

"I don't know if I'll be able to Philip. He took everything from me. That's not something easily forgotten. Or forgiven." Aaron said, before turning away and walking over to his bed. He sat down and fiddled with the strings on his shirt absentmindedly.

"You shouldn't do that! You'll ruin a perfectly good shirt!" A voice called causing Aaron to jump.

"Hercules! You're up!!" Philip cried, scooting as close as possible to the now talking wardrobe. Aaron sighed and shook his head. He shouldn't even be surprised at this point.

'My life is a mess.' He thought.