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Chapter Two
It was morning. There was something over Eliza, watching her. Slowly, she opened her eyes to find a man. His curious dark eyes watching her. The queen opened her mouth to let out a scream. But the man dashed to her side and covered her mouth with his hand.
"Hush, or they'll hear you," he warned.
As he gave her his warning, Eliza noticed the pistol next to her. The man must of dropped it on the way over. Eliza ignored the pain as she slid the gun into her hands. She cringed, but held her arm up, so she could aim at the man. Before Eliza shoot, however, the man yanked the pistol out of her hands. It was easy for him to steal it back. Eliza was too weak to fight. She would die any way the man chose to kill her. Eliza gave up.
"I don't think that's necessary, your majesty," said the man, putting his pistol back in the pouch that he wore.
She was shocked. No one called her that anymore. Ever since Thomas won the war, most people were too afraid to call her by any title. But Eliza held her ground. She stayed in her palace as long as she could. It was hers. Until last night at least. Thomas came in with James and his puppets. They attacked Eliza. When she looked down the scars of her fingers hitting broken glass were still there.
"Are you alright, ma'am?" he asked, sounding genially concerned.
"You called me 'your majesty'" Eliza clarified, looking the man over. He could be a spy of some sort with his dark attire. Someone to butter her up before assonating her.
"'Course. Who else would you be?"
Eliza tried to sit up. She wasn't going down without a fight. The stranger wince at her wounds. Eliza, for her part, tried to ignore the pain she was in.
"Well," she said before taking a deep breath, "You are one-" she bit her lip to keep herself from screaming. "Of Thomas's spies." Eliza stood up
To her surprise, the man looked shocked.
"Finish you? Finish you? Why would I do that? You are Queen Elizabeth Catherine Victoria Schuyler of Warwick, am I correct?"
Eliza nodded slowly. He wasn't going to kill her? Maybe Eliza did have a chance.
"Who are you exactly?" Eliza questioned.
"Alexander Hamilton. Are you hurt, highness?" Alexander wanted to slap himself. Of course she was hurt. Just look at her! Why hadn't he noticed anything before?
"I-I'll be fine," Eliza lied.
"No, really. I can help you!"
Eliza forced herself to sit up. She didn't know if she could trust this man or not. When she attempted to stand, the pain from her ankles forced her back down. Alexander picked her up, bridal style. Eliza was glad he was there to get her out. Comforted, too. Someone in the evil world was there for her.
"I'll take you home. I've got some friends, Laurens, Burr, Mulligan, Lafayette. We'll be there for you." Alexander lowered his voice. "We'll get Warwick back. I promise you, my queen."
"Eliza," she murmured, "Call me Eliza."
Alexander beamed. "'Liza. I like that."
She was taken to a cottage at the edge of the woods. Feeling suddenly shy, Eliza moved closer to Alexander. Something about him was so comforting.
Before Alexander could open the door, a man with his chestnut hair pulled away from his face came out. He started Alexander down. But he was too busy giving Alexander the "scolding look" to noticed Eliza. When he did, the man immediately fell to the ground.
"Your majesty," he squeaked out.
"Please stand. And you can call me Eliza," she said with the same air she used as queen.
John nodded. He punched Alexander in the elbow. Eliza felt his grip on her lessen. But she clung to her rescuer. As Alexander cursed, John whispered to him,
"We didn't know you were planning to bring the queen home!"
"I wasn't planning on it either! I just found her behind a tree!"
"Why are you just standing there! Bring her inside!"
Alexander carried Eliza into a small room. Two other men were waiting inside. As soon as they saw Alexander, they started questioning him. Alexander set Eliza down on an old couch before answering any of their questions. The ruler got comfortable. She didn't know how long she would be there for. Besides, it felt nice to lounge on the couch. Eliza couldn't when she was queen. It was improper.
"I thought you said you'd be home by seven o'clock," said one of the men through a thick accent.
Eliza recognized that accent. This man was from Marksmith. The empire that Thomas ruled. The enemy. Eliza eyed him. Who knew if she could trust him or not. Than again, the man was in Alexander's house. Perhaps that ment he was on their team.
"No said by eight. Remember, Laf, this is Alexander we're talking about. Or are you talking about someone else, like the queen?" the other argued.
"I don't think that he was talking about me, sir," Eliza spoke up.
Both of them turned around to notice Eliza. They had shocked expressions on their face. Eliza just grinned at them. Alexander went over by his queen.
"You-you're Highness!" the one from Marksmith exclaimed.
"Now will you two stopped auguring?" Alexander sighed.
"Wow, mon ami. This time you actually broke up a fight . I'm very proud of you," said the Marksmith.
He rolled his eyes. "You sound like Washington."
The name sparked Eliza's interest. She knew a Washington. George Washington the late general. Her family had been great friends with the man.
"Washington? George Washington?" Eliza questioned them.
"Yes, Eliza. Washington practically raised me," he answered. Alexander's voice had an edge to it. As if he were sad to say the name.
The other man smacked Alexander. "What are you thinking? Have some respect for the queen!"
"Oh, it's quite alright. I prefer Eliza. And now looking at how things areā¦"
Another door opened and the less likely person came into the room. Aaron Burr. Eliza had met him a few years ago at a Christmas banquet. Aaron spoke to Angelica first. Her older sister seemed disgusted at the man. But he had been nothing but kind with Eliza. Peggy flirted with him, because she was Peggy. Eliza never thought she'd see him again after that night.
"Mr. Burr." Eliza addressed him.
Aaron froze. When he looked over at the former queen the look on his face was of shock and almost fear. But the man quickly regained proper posture and greeted Eliza.
"Queen Elizabeth," he replied, "Why are you here?"
"Surprise, Burr! We brought a queen home!" Alexander suddenly joked.
Aaron took Alexander into the other room. The other two men introduced themselves. Hercules Mulligan was a tailor. After his wife was killed during the war, he rose up and became a spy for Warwick. Eliza gave him her condolences. Marquis de Lafayette was from Marksmith. But he allied with Warwick, because it seemed like a good challenge. Soon it became more than that to him. Through out the war, Lafayette discovered how bad of a man Thomas Jefferson was. He was still trying to get the rest of his family to Warwick as well. According to some restrictions, however, it seemed impossible. John Laurens was in the revolution just because he felt like it was the right thing to do.
After the stories, Eliza listened in on Alexander's and Aaron's conversation. It seemed like Alexander had just explained what happened to Aaron. Now it was Aaron's turn to talk.
"You said you found her behind a tree?" Aaron questioned again.
"Yes, Burr. And she's gonna stay a little while."
"Oh, please no!"
Eliza could tell that Alexander was rolling his eyes at him. "She's harmless!"
"She tried to shoot you!"
"It was an honest mistake!"
Eliza burst into laughter. The RevSet (as Eliza decided to call them) joined in. When the queen made up her mind there was no stopping her. She usually wasn't this stubborn, but when it came to her beliefs, Eliza was picky.
Especially when she was about to shot you.
I really wanted to end this chaper on a happy note, because there might not be some happiness for a little while.
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