Okay, so I've dedicated so much to this story! I worked and worked for hours on end for this. I decided that I'm pretty satisfied (funny 'cause I will never be satisfied) with this version.

So, this is an AU. Takes place in a different time, different place. The rest will be explained through out the story. Hundreds of stories will be told. (Okay, yes, I just really wanted to include and In the Heights reference).

Also, thank you to all of you who read the preview for this story! Thanks for your patience and faith (I've been really getting into In the Heights lately, if you couldn't tell). That's all I ask of you! (Ha! Not just In the Heights, but Phantom of the Opera, too!)

I don't own Hamilton or any of the characters. But I was wondering, does Lin-Manuel Miranda own any of the characters? Or do they all belong to history? The world will never be the same.

Chapter One

They had won. Jefferson and his kingdom had won the war. But what was the queen to do? Let her people continue to die? She had empathy for her people. Their ruler had gone through a loss years back. It still haunted her.

Now Eliza sat, panting on the floor, blood draining from her fingertips, a consequence from slipping on the broken glass on the floor. She felt Thomas's and James's eyes on her. Thomas had a smug smile lighting up his face. He knew that Eliza couldn't watch her people's mourning. When Thomas first met Eliza, he could read her, like a book. He saw her kind heart. Kind hearted people never won battles, resulting in Thomas winning the queendom, turned kingdom. The world was in the palm of his hand.

"You'll never win!" Eliza snapped at Thomas, without looking up.

This caused his grin to widen even more. "What a clique thing to say, my dear. But you've forgotten I've already have." He turned to James. "Explain what happed to her. I don't think she understands the concept of defeat."

James Madison made his way over to her, from the other side of the room. He was careful not to step on any of the glass. It glowed in the dark room. He knelt down next to the sobbing creature.

"Silly, girl, can't you see the truth right in front of you? This is his little kingdom and you aren't the queen anymore," James explained to her, as if she was a child.

"I understand!" said Eliza through clenched teeth, her head shooting up. She wanted Thomas to burn and let his ashes be swept away. Her queendom was going to starve and slowly die because of him. Innocent people would be separated from their families. Children orphaned. Spouses lost. All because of Thomas Jefferson. Eliza knew his intentions. She hated every last one of them.

"Good," Thomas answered. The next words that came out of his mouth, surprised even himself. "Now, I would kill you, with a smile on my face. But I have mercy on you, dear. Someone will take you to the forest and you will remain there for entirety. Remember that, my dearest. I. Have Pity. On You." He tapping her nose with his finger. Eliza drew in a sharp breath. She was no child. "That should keep you from doing something stupid."

Pity? If he had pity on her than she would still be queen. If he had pity than the war would of never happened. Eliza doubted that Thomas Jefferson knew what pity even was.

Guards, or as Eliza knew them to be, Thomas's puppets, handcuffed her. They yanked her off of the ground. Eliza spat at the fake monarch. Thomas looked disgusted, which wiped that dumb smile off of his face. A regal looking guard, Eliza presumed to be the head guard, surrounded his master, as if they could protect him from Eliza's hatred. One was ready to strike her, but Eliza didn't back down. She wanted to let her people know that she was brave. At least be able to fake her courage.

"Wait," Thomas ordered, whipping the saliva off of his magenta coat. The man ready to strike slowly put his hand to his side, giving his master a curious look. "I want you to take her to the forest. In a peaceful manner." He beamed at Eliza. "See I'm not that bad after all."

She would of laughed. Not that bad? Well, the war would say otherwise. All that destruction. The pain that they went though. Eliza surrendered for a reason.

Eliza let them drag her to the door. She didn't fight. When James touched her face, she didn't flinch. Eliza let him looked her over. Not letting her gaze stray from him.

"I can see why a friend of mine has eyes for you, Miss Schuyler. You're a pretty little thing," James told her, "You would be a very nice pet for him."

"I'm nobody's pet," Eliza snapped, "I am a queen. A ruler."

"Was," Thomas corrected.

Eliza glared at him. "Am. No matter what you do I am the queen."

"Glad to hear you won't end up like your sister."

Anger bubbled up from inside of Eliza. She started to charge at the man, but her wardens tightened their grip on her. She gave up, knowing that they wouldn't let her go. After all, they were controlled by Thomas.

"How dare you! Angelica was one of the kindest people I know! She would chose her queendom's happiness over hers every time. Nothing-not even what happened-will change that!" she shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Oh, but she was supposed to become queen. After she, well, you-know-what, you became queen. Not Angelica. They say that your younger sister, Margarita, died of shame."

"Peggy had tuberculosis!" But eve she knew that Thomas had won that one.

"Poor Peggy." Thomas faked his sympathy and made eye contact with the head guard. "You may take her away now." He turned. The guards got Eliza out of the door before Thomas continued, "Oh, and Eliza. Remember, I have pity on you. You should be grateful."

Eliza didn't reply. If she did, Eliza would of said something that would order her death. Her captors took that as a sign to continue. They pushed her into a carriage, that was used for prisoners. It made Eliza feel as if she had done something wrong. As many times she told herself that she wasn't guilty, Thomas was, it never helped. She tried to get comfortable, and try to sleep, but her shackles permitted it. They bit into her skin, making her wince.

When it stopped, the guards come around back to get her. A wave of cold air hit her. She was pulled by her chains into the dead of night. Eliza put on a brave face (though, she didn't know if they could see it). They started circling her.

"You and your king won't win in the end," Eliza told them. She had repeated the phrase over and over again. Unsure if it was true or not. But it gave her a flicker of hope. That flame grew stronger every time.

"Uh, huh. Let's see who wins this battle," said one of them.

The other guards raised their weapons. Eliza tried to back away, but they were too fast for her. One slid his knife down her arm, creating a wide gash. She begged them to stop. But they only laughed and wiped her forearm. When Eliza tried to run, the head guard would grab her dress, ripping it.

"We'd better leave her alone, now. Boss said not to wreak her too much," the head guard decided. He bent down and lifted her face with his finger. "Remember, girl, King Thomas Jefferson is your savior. Best not anger him."

The four of them left her, broken and bleeding in the forest. Eliza wouldn't be able to protect herself from wolfs or other violent creatures. As she laid there, bleeding to death, Eliza saw a star. It remined her of a time, ten years ago, with her mother.

"You can make wishes upon a star, they'll come true. Just as long as you work for it," Queen Catherine told her daughters.

Peggy pointed up at a star. Angelica and Eliza frowned. It was considered an honor to be able to find the first star. But their mother gave them a look, so the older two put big smiles on their faces.

"I wish that Christmas can be every day," Peggy whispered, giggling. Peggy had always been the silliest out of the three sisters.

Angelica spotted the next one. She was smart and knew just where to look.

"I wish for a really big book," Angelica told her star.

Finally, Eliza found her star.

"I wish, for true love like Mama and Papa one day." Eliza squeezed her eyes shut.

Catherine smiled at her three girls. She adored every last moment with her daughters. They were becoming numbered. It came so sudden to the girls. Later, they cursed themselves for not noticing her sickly features. If they had, they could of said goodbye.

"I wish," Eliza whispered to the sky, just as she had all those years ago, "That I'll be able to see Angelica again. Maybe not in this life, but in the next. Just, let me be able to see her again."

No matter the price.

It (hopefully) won't be long now, until I write another chapter. (I am the queen of musical references!)

Thanks for reading! Please review! Even if you just talk about how I have a problem with quoting musicals, it's apricated.