Alexander walked into the winter ball like he belonged there, and maybe he did. Despite his young age and troubled background, he had built himself a place in the revolution. Far from the tiny island he came from, now in what he hoped would become a great nation, Alexander felt at home.

But tonight it wasn't about the war, there was no plotting nor fighting to do, today it was about celebration. The room was crowded with mindless chatter from multiple people from the high society, laughing dramatically and holding their glasses of champagne like they owned the world. Alexander wasn't one of them, not quite. He'd never had much money in his life, and what he did have had been earned with hard work. Still, he manages to blend in with ease, his charm disarming even the most proper of women. He joined the talks, played the role so much he almost believed it, perhaps it was just meant to be... The music was gentle, playing in the background, inviting the people attending to dance.

After a while, he lost interest, seeing so many people who looked, talked, and thought the same, he felt unfulfilled. Maybe that's why they caught his eye, even across the room. They didn't particularly stand out, not unless you were paying attention, and he, of course, was doing presicely that. He didn't hesitate, confidently making his way across the room in firm but not hurried steps until he reached their side. Casually, almost accidentally to anyone who wasn't looking

"Well if it isn't the most gorgeous person I've seen all night, let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander Hamilton, who might you be?”

He spoke, flashing them his characteristics smile that would make any person go weak on their knees