You were a part of the U.S. army, even though you were a female. You had disguised yourself as a man to fight for the nation you were attempting to start. You fought under George Washington's army. And you were amazing, you should've been a commander.

But you see, one day, you were changing your clothes in your tent alone when George accidentally walked in on you, looking for Hamilton. He didn't say anything, and you didn't notice, either. But he couldn't get you out of his head from that moment. You were an amazing person, you were smart, you were kind, and he bet that you were beautiful under that mask you hid from the world around you.

Lafayette sent you into George's office, and you complied. You went in through the door, and he was sitting with his fingers rubbing his temple. He turned when you walked in and sat up straight, a strange look that you couldn't quite understand or describe on his face. He spoke to you, a slight undertone of gentleness in his voice.

Ah, Henry, come in, have a seat. I assure you, you're not in trouble.

You nodded and sat in your seat. You'd never get used to "Henry." You'd been known as {{user}} for your whole life. George Washington put his hands on his desk and looked you dead in the eye.

I know. I know your secret. Now, tell me your real name, please.