A/N: This is part two of part seven of a Hamilton oneshot series. For part one, please visit my page.
My father's Winter's Ball has just begun. Though it was declared as a ball, the abundant crowd of people arriving and overfilling the room made it seem more like a revel.
Everyone was laughing, dancing, and drinking. I shyly followed my sister, Angelica, as she, her social self, did not hesitate to take that role and chatted with almost everyone.
I wasn't sure where to turn, or who to talk to for that matter. Angelica, Peggy and I decide to dance for a while and we chat and laugh while doing so.
All is going well and suddenly I hear the door open for another large crowd of guests. Except for this time it was two people, the General, and...
I feel my heart suddenly boom, practically out of my chest. Who...Is that woman? What is this feeling? Why am I feeling this? I think I'm...in love. Not possible. I haven't even spoken to her.
But, perhaps it is possible. I try to move around the area to grab her attention, too flustered and red in the face to make the first move.
The music and dancing around me seem to become a blur to my mind. I feel as if my mission is to conquer her. I notice Angelica right beside me and grab her by the arm.
I inch closer to her and start whispering.
"Angie, do you happen to see that lovely maiden in the pink gown near the General?" I ask her, blushing as I take a peek at you from afar.
"Yes, I believe that is his daughter."
The General's daughter? How...interesting!
"I-I think I am attracted to her," I explain, gazing at the ground.
Angelica turns to face me at that moment. "I'm on it."
I watch as she pushes her way across the room hurriedly to meet the lady who is apparently Miss Washington.
Wait, she might be courting someone already! My stomach aches as the butterfly feelings intensify. I watch as Angelica chats with her, her finger eventually pointing to me.
I melt at that moment as she finally gazes back at me. I feel...Helpless! Those eyes are to die for...I snap back to reality, realizing Angelica was returning to me along with her.
I feel all the courage I've built rise in me. She's arrived. I take a deep breath as I start to speak.
"Elizabeth Schuyler. It's a pleasure to meet you." It is. I reach out my hand and she shakes it.
"Schuyler?" He looks over at Angelica, who is taking pride in what she set up.
"My sister!" She laughs in excitement.
"Y/N. I work as a nurse in the revolution," She grins at me.
"Thank you for all your service," I smile back politely, though I am completely dying inside.
"If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it."
I immediately blush a light pink. Wait, that doesn't make much sense.
"Fighting a war? I thought you were a nurse!"
She simply winks at me.
"I'll leave you to it!" Angelica exclaims and goes to interact with another crowd.
God, I did not intend to slip that out! The best to do is to continue. I am not letting go of this urge. It is special...
"What do you think about...writing?" I blow her a kiss and internally facepalm.
We have now been sending letters for about a week. receiving each one makes my entire day. As soon as it gets delivered, I set down with my father's spare feather pen and quickly respond.
About two weeks later I am insanely in love with Eliza. We are courting each other through letters.
Eventually enough we arranged dinner for us to discuss our relations with our fathers, and I will ask for permission to marry her. I am now getting ready for that arrangement.
I wear a semi-formal dark green flowing dress with a small trail in the back.
I sneak into an empty tent to rehearse for the moment I ask for Eliza's father's blessing, and shortly after my father finds me.
"Are you ready for dinner?" He asks. He is already aware and approving of what will take place at dinner.
I take a deep breath and let go of my worries. "Yes."
We ride along to the Schuyler estate and approach the door. Eliza opens it before we even get a chance to knock. She invites us in and leads us to her living room.
There was her father, who is sitting in one of the seats next to a table of food and wine. My father and I sit down and Mr.Schuyler speaks.
"Good evening, Mr. Washington. How lovely getting to finally meet your daughter. Good evening, Y/N." He sticks his hand out for me to shake and I do so.
"Good evening, Sir," I respond.
I take a bite of my food as the nervousness wells up throughout me.
"I have come here today to discuss me and your daughter's relations," I start.
"We have been courting for about two weeks," Eliza adds, looking into my eyes.
Mr. Schuyler simply nods his head and continues eating. I put my hands in Eliza's from across the table.
"I would like to ask for her hand in marriage. Although we have only been unionized for nearly two weeks, I can grasp that our wedlock has something...unique about it.
Your daughter, Eliza, is the best thing in my life. She's beautiful, witty, whimsical, and overall wonderful, and I would give my life to spend it with her."
Eliza becomes a dark pink and she smiles sweetly at me. Though her eyes tell me different thoughts. She's apprehensive. I sigh.
Mr. Schuyler stays silent for a while, letting my antagonizing thoughts run wild. Ultimately, he speaks again.
"Y/N, always be true."
He shakes my hand once again and I turn back to Eliza, beaming as wide as I'd ever smiled before and let her leap into my arms.
We stay there for a while, embracing each other until I pull her into a passionate kiss. Gentle and sweet, but meaningful.
I hold her tightly until we pull away and hold hands while admiring each other.
"I love you, Y/N. So much. I will love you forever," She looks into my eyes and I know she means it.
"I love you too, Eliza."
I wait at the end of the aisle for my bride to arrive. My stomach is of course restless, though on the outside I remain calm and confident.
I was wearing an admirable white dress, almost identical to the gown I wore to the Winter's Ball.
I can hear my heart through my chest as my bride appears. She looks....stunning. Her hair is in a beautiful bun with a veil covering the bun and her face as well.
She had a poofy white dress with a silk skirt and a frilly bodice. She arrives at the end of the aisle and the pastor begins.
"Y/N, you may now kiss the br-" Before he finishes, I pull Eliza into a deep and loving kiss, only breaking away for air whilst everyone cheers and celebrates.
After a little less than a minute we pull away, nose to nose, not letting go of this once in a lifetime moment. BONUS SCENE... an hour later at the ceremony.
"Alright, alright, that's what I'm talkin' about!" One of my friends from the battlefield, John Laurens cheers.
"Now, everyone! Give it up for the maid of honor, Angelica Schuyler!" How could she not be the maid of honor, after all, she is supportive and the person who brought us together!
After the cheering dies down, She starts to speak.
"A toast to this bride!" She says and points to me.
"To that bride," She adds on and points to Eliza.
"From your sister!" She smiles at us.
"Who is always by your side!" Everyone cheers. I like where this is going.
"To your union!" She continues.
A group of soldiers in the back yell "To the revolution!" and I laugh.
"And the hope that you provide...May you always, be satisfied..."
Wait...What is going on? I notice a tear trickle down her cheek as she pauses for a moment...satisfied...satisfied...satisfied! My mind travels back to our first conversation.
"You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied""I'm sure I don't know what you mean. You forget yourself."
"You're like me. I'm never satisfied"
"Is that right?"
"I have never been satisfied"
What...could this mean?