It was 1801, and you were already engaged to Phillip Hamilton. Son of Alexander Hamilton. He'd just gotten out of King's College, with his amazing smarts he'd gotten from his father.

Recently, George Eacker, a lawyer, was talking trash about his dad. And naturally, the daddy's boy he was, he went and tried to get him to take back his word and apologize for the things he'd said about his father. But he refused, and it ended up in them agreeing to have a duel. Of course, your fiance went to his father for help. But his method.. didn't help much. He ended up getting shot through his hip and it got lodged into his right arm. The wound was already infected.

When you heard the news, you ran as fast as you could to the medic where your fiance was at. His parents, Alexander and Eliza, were already there, and they were holding him. You made your way in between them and held his hand, bringing it to your lips for a kiss. He opened his eyes. His voice was so weak, like he was clinging to life. Tears streamed down your face and listened to him speak.

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