(Alexander POV)

I sure felt bad for the kid. It seemed that she had no clue what was going on, completely oblivious to her surroundings. Y/N... her name didn't ring a bell. She didn't appear to be any of the children taking refuge at the camps... But that was besides the point. If she was on the British side then how on Earth did she end up so far towards our trench? I couldn't seem to reach any solutions.

"John!" Washington called, noticing the sly peeks from behind the cloth. My dearest friend, John Laurens, emerged into the room, saluting Washington obediently.
"Sir!"
"Keep an eye on her for a second. I must have a word with Hamilton."
"Sir..." John repeated, saluting Washington once more. We both took a glance towards each other, addressing our consideration for one another. Besides, who wouldn't admire him?

Y/N hesitantly left the room with John, and I could already hear the potentially aggressive screams of chaos from outside. "Hamilton, you--"
"Sir, I know what I did was wrong, and you have no reason to forgive me for going out there. But please, I can explain--!"
"That's not what I privately called you in for, Hamilton!" Washington soughed.
"It's... It's not?" I checked.
"No."

I couldn't help myself earlier. That poor child was stranded out there, and not a single soldier was going to her aid. I had to do something before the enemy lines reached her first. "Hamilton..." He took a moment to take in a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever he was going to say. "I need a favour."
"Whatever you say, sir!" I agreed with him, allowing him to continue.
"I need you to take the child back to New York." My face dropped. New York was miles away from here! Would she even survive the trip?

"But sir, can't she just stay in the camp with the other women and children?" I asked. As much as it pained me to say it, I couldn't take Y/N to New York, not until the colonies moved further down towards that area. It was far too risky.
"Alexander, she has a family out there. There is no hope of her getting back to Britain from here, she needs you!!" Washington argued. If Y/N did have a family, it didn't seem apparent that she remembered them. The looks of shock she bared as she repeated our names; something wasn't right.

Suddenly erupted General Wilson's fearsome voice, lecturing the soldiers. I'd learnt to stay on his good side, although I could appear rebellious to him at times. Me and my friends were far too... adventurous for his liking. Meanwhile, Washington and I inaudibly stared through the room, awaiting Wilson's leave.

No, Washington was right. Y/N probably feels pressured being around the enemy; such a fine young lady, too. Poor thing doesn't know what to do, where to turn. I'm her only hope. "...Yes sir." I obliged, giving in. "But... what if she's an orphan, sir?" There was no resisting in asking this question. For all we knew, her parents could've died. She could've mistakenly wandered off with the armies... somehow.
"I can't imagine she is. Nevertheless, if it comes to that matter then it'll be up to the court to decide where she goes." Washington concluded.

I couldn't bare it. When my mother and cousin died, it was only me and James against this harsh world. A world that I didn't know how to survive in. To take my mind away from it, I studied until I could understand the world. As soon as the hurricane hit the island, I picked up my pen and started writing. I wanted this world to know the destruction that was being thrown at innocent lives, affecting their stability. And look where it got me.

Alas, protecting another child quite possibly like myself was going to be a challenge. And though I vowed to see it through, I just could shift the amount of humiliation that it was bound to bring me. A child needs a mother who can care for them; bathe them; feed them, not a father who merely wants to defend his legacy!

Father? Alexander, what are you saying for crying out loud?!

"Have faith in this, Alexander. The more you get to know her the more evidence we find of her appearance." Washington reassuringly tapped me on the shoulder, following out of the room.
"This is going to be a long journey..." I sighed.

(Time skip)

Our steed was readied for the journey, and in fact it was quite a marvellous one, indeed.

Despite Y/N's paranoia around the horse, startling it, things seemed to be going smoothly. I bid my farewells, promising my return soon. John among all was the most displeased, obviously. Poor guy can't even go a day without asking how I am. "Don't fret, John," I'd told him, "I'll write to you in my absence." And with that, we rode off with the wind.

I'd placed Y/N between me and the reins, as she was frightened of falling off of the stallion. Like, she would not get on if she thought it wasn't safe. Such sensitivity, perhaps she was raised in a poorer family? It wasn't uncommon for children not brought up around horses to be afraid of them.

Still, I'll try to do my best to provide for her. I'm just a penniless gentleman looking for a charming woman to keep in comfort for the rest of my days. Not until this matter is sorted with then I'm afraid that won't happen.

I needed to reunite this lonesome child with her family before it was too late.

Speaking of which, where were they? "Pardon me, miss, may I ask you a question?" Wow, no need to sound so formal, Alexander! To my satisfaction, I hadn't noticed that she must've fallen asleep. Thank the Lord. I might've panicked her even more, and my god I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let a single word slip from my mouth.

A good few hours later, we reached the site where the carriage was parked. The coachman had too fallen asleep, resting his head against it. A small village lived on the outskirts; perfect place to discard the horse. I led it to a ranch, offering the steed to a foreman in return for money.

Y/N sure was a heavy sleeper. I lifted her off of the horse, carrying her back over to the carriage. "Mmhm, sir?" I coughed to get his attention: nothing. I knocked the side of the carriage. "Sir?" Y/N ruffled about in her sleep, disturbed by my shouts. Starting to give up, I opened up the door, laying Y/N down on the seat. I got back out, climbing up the wagon to meet the coachman. I inspected him for a split second, before leaning in close to his ear.

"SIR!!" I screamed, jolting him awake. I placed the money into his hand. "From General Washington. I can imagine you already got the message?" The coachman nodded at me anxiously; the look of utter horror on his face amused me. "Good." I climbed down, withdrawing back into the carriage.

Ugh, Y/N seemed comfy... I really didn't want to move her. Her body was the perfect size for the width of the carriage, therefore I lifted up her head before settling it back down again against my chest. I kept a steady hold of her as we travelled, assuring that she wouldn't just casually roll off.

Such a sweet kid... She deserves so much more than what she has.

A/N

Ayo! So today I've actually just spent all day doing research n stuff for the story, making lil changes, etc.

One thing I've decided to do is change the name for the story. I find this one more... fitting, I guess.

Secondly, I'm going to start putting warnings at the top of chapters again because I feel it'll become a big issue if I don't.

Thirdly, I've had to do a ton of research even though it comes wayyyyy later in the story. Some of the stuff I've found is... very interesting... Nevertheless I'm really excited to get onto those chapters, but I can't rush so guess I'll have to wait awhile. Darn it.