After mine and Samuel's wedding, the carriages arrived. As it turned out, there were already clothes and other essentials at our destinations.

Samuel held out his hand politely so he could help me into the carriage. I took it, and soon enough, both carriages were going down the road to separate places. I had bid farewell to both mine and Samuel's family. His father seemed pleaser with us.

"Are you going to change your name?" Samuel asked after a moment. I pondered for a moment.

"I think so." I decided.

"Bianca Seabury." He tried the name out. "It has a ring."

"Eliza's changing hers to 'Elizabeth Schuyler-Hamilton'." I told him.

"That's a mouthful." He joked. I nodded with a grin.

"Maybe, but have you heard Lafayette's full name?" I asked.

"I thought it was just Marquis de Lafayette." He looked out the window.

"No." I shook my head. "Marie- Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette."

"That's a mouthful." Samuel corrected himself. "How long did it take to memorize that?"

"What do you think I was doing when I wasn't allowed to talk to you?" I laughed.

"That long?" He gaped.

"Do you remember his name?" I crossed my arms challengingly.

"Marie... Lafayette?" He sputtered.

"That's what I thought!" I boasted. He ran his hand through his hair, which was still gelled. "Who did your hair?"

"Your father." He said with a glint in his eye.

"He did?" I gasped. "He likes you!"

"I hope so." Samuel sighed. I ruffled his reddish-brown hair. "Hey!"

"What?" I grinned.

"He'll never do my hair again! I want to last long!" He grabbed my hand to stop me and pulled me over. I didn't expect this, and toppled over on top of him.

"Don't shake the carriage, you'll scare the horses!" The person directing the horses called.

"Sorry, sir!" Samuel called, still holding onto my hand. The man grunted in response as we continued down the road. He then let go of my hand and I sat back up.

"He overreacted." I commented quietly.

"A bit." Samuel nodded in agreement, smoothing his hair back down after I had ruffled it.

"You care more about your hair than I do my own." I grinned.

"Your dad did my hair!" He objected.

"My dad doesn't even have hair." I reminded him.

"Maybe he missed it." Samuel shrugged.

"You do have nice hair." I reached over again.

"No!" He cried, swatting my hand away with a grin.

Quicker than I expected, we arrived. Samuel stepped out first and helped me out. He then went to pay the man, but the man shook his head.

"I've already been paid." He told my husband. Samuel nodded as the man took the carriage away.

The house we were staying at was close to one of the Lakes. It was fairly big, with a balcony off of what I assumed to be the master bedroom.

The two of us then walked to the front door. Samuel pulled a key out of his pocket.

"Your father gave it to me." He explained, opening the door to the house. It was well lit with all the furniture, food, and china at the ready.

"This is great." I gaped, gazing over the room. We then went up the stairs and eventually found our room. There was a wardrobe of dresses, and a wardrobe of clothes for Samuel. There was a massive bed and a door to the extravagant balcony.

"Wow." Samuel breathed. "I've never staying in a room like this in my entire life."

"Really?" I looked at him.

"Yeah, York sheds a lot." He told me, then his face turned white. "I left York."

"Your sisters have him." I shook my head.

"Good." He sighed in relief.