Princess Angelica was at her breaking point.
To begin with, she was 20, and her birthday was in a month. When she turned 21, she would replace her mother, Queen Catherine, as queen of Erudite.
But she didn't want to be queen. For many reasons.
Being queen came with influence, but no actual power. The inherently anti-feminist structure of society made sure that she couldn't make any lasting changes as queen. No, that power went to the person she married.
She didn't want that for herself. She wanted to take a stand against sexism. For all of her life, Angelica had wanted nothing more than to be a writer and a politician. As a child, she had been rather vocal about these desires. Her parents, of course, told her how unsuitable a profession this was for a young lady like her. Of course, this only fueled her defiant streak. She would be a writer or politician, or else she would die.
Though her father, King Philip, claimed being queen was just as good as being a politician, she wasn't buying it. No, there was no use in being a politician if the government was a monarchy. She, Angelica Schuyler, did not want to be queen, so that she could make some changes in society without the eyes of the kingdom watching her.
But there was another reason she didn't want to be queen. And that had to do with her sister.
Princess Elizabeth Schuyler was the perfect sister and princess; good, true, loyal, sweet, charming. She would also be the perfect queen. So what was stopping Eliza from being queen? It was her, Angelica Schuyler, the worst sister ever. And she didn't like that.
Besides the impending queenship, Angelica had to deal with the problems of being a princess, the biggest one being male advances. Whether or not she was queen, she would have to marry someone soon. Otherwise, her life would turn into a living hell. Not that it wasn't already.
Angelica had no clue what to do with her problems. But they were there, and she had to deal with them fast. She sighed. Life was so unfair.
A knock on her door. "Come in," she said.
It was her maid, Elise. "Your family wants to talk to you," she said.
Angelica groaned. Just what she needed. "Okay, I'll be there in five," she replied.
"I would advise you to hurry," Elise noted. "Your father's in a bit of a bad mood."
"Great," Angelica said, rolling her eyes. "Just let me freshen up, and I'll be there."
Alex hated the orphanage.
The 'caretakers' were cruel and vicious, and cared only about themselves. The place was filthy and unkempt. The food was meager and awful.
But it was more than that. In every orphan story he had ever read, orphans had found happiness in company. The two idiotic orphans would go off on some misadventures and have fun along the way.
Alex was not like that. He was more than alone. He was drowning in the orphanage. No one here understood him, no one wanted to read or write or learn. Forgotten by the world, and alone in the orphanage, slowly but surely, Alexander Hamilton was disappearing.
Alex was tired of drowning in his emotions. He wanted out. He wanted friendship, love, life, laughter. He picked up a quill. Maybe he could write about it. At least the paper would listen.
Blotting the quill with ink, Alex pressed it to the paper and began to write.
Hey readers! I hope you like this, sorry it's so short. It's just the first chapter.
For all my Finding The Heart readers, I am taking a temporary break from that one. I haven't read ACOWAR and it feels kinda wrong.
Rest assured, I will have a lot of fun writing this story. Chapter 1 was only exposition, I promise there's more coming. :)
I plan to go up until Dear Theodosia/Laurens Interlude, since I don't want to AU politics. However, I may stretch it just to include Philip's death.
Stay beautiful 3
