Hi! I know, I know, I'm busy writing my own novel, as said on my profile page. But this idea just stuck, and I haven't been able to find many good Hamilton fanfics lately. So, writing my own is the solution. I might update every week, maybe every two weeks, or every other day. Idk honestly but thanks for sticking with me y'all. Anyways, here's chapter one- chapter two will come out later today, sry! Enjoy and God loves you!
"Tell me a story, Papa!" Aaron's son, his namesake, begged. The little boy had just turned 10, and war stories from his father were his favorite.
"Not today, Aaron," the boy's father sighed. "Today is not a good day."
"Please Papa," the boy begged. "It's my birthday! Can't you tell me something? Perhaps something new?"
Aaron Burr closed his eyes, pushing a hand to his forehead. The dreams he had were unpleasant- as usual. Maybe Alexander would stop visiting his sleep if he finally told someone else the story. Maybe his youngest son was the right person to tell.
"I'll tell you a new story, my son," Aaron said slowly. "But this one is not focused around war, nor love or romance. This has a special meaning and lesson that I learned long ago."
"Yes?" the boy said, motioning for his father to continue.
"It's the story of Alexander Hamilton. And how you need to know who lives, who dies, who tells your story."