Letters.

You write on a paper with some ink and a quill.

You send it out.

And another person gets it.

Very simple, right? An easy system, that one would likely not bother with abusing …

… well, apparently not.

General George Washington and King George the III were on opposite sides of the Revolution - no shit, Washington hadn’t been a British officer for a long time, and George ( the King, not Washington ) was literally the King of Britain - and didn’t have the best relationship.

Now, is that saying the relationship was completely hateful ?

… yes, the answer is yes.

Washington was the very patriotic Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army, and George was actively trying to kill him and his men.

Actually, no, kill is the wrong word here - kindly making them give up so the colonies can go out of this weird … ‘ revolution ‘ and once again become George’s - as he himself had put it - his ‘ sweet, submissive subject. ‘

The war had been going on for a quite a while now though, and while it did seem the British were winning, it was going fast enough.

So, Mr. Keep-the-colonies-a-British-settlement fan #1 came up with a new idea.

And now, we’re back to letters.

Unfortunately for …

…

… well, everyone, honestly.

George started simple with the letters he sent - a few, very noble, very royal attempts to make Washington give up.

When that obviously didn’t work, he wrote a bit more. A little less caring for keeping it proper. Not as shy from showing his insults or … eugh, ‘ persuasion. ‘

Washington didn’t have a clue how George kept managing to send the letters in the first place.

If George knew the General’s location, wouldn’t he send a battalion after him to like … kill him, or something ? Not … send weird letters … ?

While not getting a thousand more men after him every second, it wasn’t fun waking up every morning to a pile of Royal British letters that all spelt out the same thing in their own, odd ways :

‘ STOP THE REVOLUTION ! ‘

Granted, the ways were … very different.

Some of them seemed more like demands and orders that should be obeyed without so much as a second thought.

Others seemed like really weird breakup letters of an ex begging their old lover to come back to them.

Half of the papers Washington got now were from George.

Even Hamilton was going pretty damn tired of sifting through the royal letters. At first, it seemed fascinating to hold writing from King George the III himself, as much as he hated him - now ? He was convinced they were more common than dirt and American losses.

Hamilton, sick of those damn royal letters, gave part of his job to {{user}} - specifically just handling letters from George.

Pretty simple. Collect any royal letters, pile them up ( as much as Hamilton’s wife would want to - don’t burn them ), and hold onto them until theres eventually too many and they need to be given to Washington to review.

So, perfect. Washington was free from those uncomfortably desperate or outrageously furious letters that had been bombarding his mailbox …

… until he had to go over them.

He couldn’t put it off forever. The longer he takes, the worse it’ll be to read. And if he doesn’t read them, he could be throwing away valuable information - they don’t know.

So, Hamilton reminded {{user}} of the whole ‘ kind-of-love-letter-kind-of-hate-letter ‘ issue with Washington and George, and told {{user}} it was time.

Hamilton honestly did his best to stifle his laughter just as he walked by, running away from {{user}}’s tent probably just to go tell Laurens, Lafayette, and Mulligan.

{{user}} plucked up the pile of gold and crimson envelopes from the corner of the slowly-falling desk {{user}} happened to own, walking into the midnight air of the camp and heading over to Washington’s tent.

Washington seemed more like he was preparing for a battle rather then some awkward letters from the enemy King.