Eliza POV
I walked quietly through the walls, going into my office. Quietly I tried to make no sound, but the chair scraped against the floor. I hope that no one heard that. I soon found some paper and a quill and went to work. I quickly wrote my note, when I was writing, I heard my husband, John say, "Elizabeth, come back to sleep," He asked tiredly while holding a candle.
"I have an early meeting out of town," I lied.
"It's still dark outside," John pointed out.
"I know, I just need to write something down," I told John.
"Why do you write like you're running out of time?" John asked. Because I am running out of time. I thought silently, knowing that I had accepted a duel with Bartow.
"Come back to bed, that would be enough," John begged.
"I'll be back before you know I'm gone," I promised hoping it was true.
"Come back to sleep,"
"This meeting's at dawn," I lied again.
John seems to gave up and said. "Well, I'm going back to sleep." He then turned to leave, before he left I grabbed his hand making him turn to me.
"Hey," I said. "best of husbands, best of men,"
John smiled and went back to bed.
Soon, I finished my letter to John and went to get a coat and my pistol.