Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I, obviously (in case anyone hasn't realized it yet .), have created this work simply out of boredom and inspiration through reading and watching documentaries on the revolutionary period. Please forgive any anachronisms. I am no historian, just an admirer of history. I also have taken some liberties with the life of Alexander Hamilton, the main character of my story, second to my OC, Annaliese.

I do not own Alexander Hamilton. I do, however, own Anneliese Rambardt. She is the eyes and ears of Alexander Hamilton, the storyteller of his life. Hopefully, you all will love it! I can't wait to read what you think of it! Please, be gentle…lol.


We were in the midst of a war, and yet I still found myself entertaining company. My family were all fervent patriots, forever hoping to making connections with those that might become the new aristocracy once the rebellion had been all but completed. They were intent on finding a match for me that would be suitable to our family line, our family lineage.

It was something that, no matter how much they tried to teach me, I was never going to understand. Though my family saw the English aristocracies as something to eradicate from the American continent, they did not seem to realize they were nothing any more special than their English cousins. After all, they would see me with nothing less than a wealthy landowner named James Turner. And I would oblige them in their 'request', marrying him after several failed attempts at proposals on his part.

It was not like James was a bad man. Quite the contrary, actually. He had money, manners, and most of all…breeding. He was everything that a woman of one and twenty could ever want. But it was not him that I found myself falling in love with. It was another.

He was one of the most intelligent men I was ever to meet. When I first saw him, he was a soldier. Later, an influential diplomat, considered a son by a childless president. He was hated yet admired by the architect of the Declaration of Independence. I called him Alex, but everyone else would know him as Alexander Hamilton, a scandal-ridden founder of his country.







"You are going out in this weather?" I heard my Aunt ask, her voice shrill and high. She wrung her hands in annoyance at me as she cast her gaze fleetingly outside, noting the downpour that had just begun to fall.

" We need medicine." I answered simply. "I'm not going to put a hold on all my plans to simply because a sprinkle has begun to fall." I hurriedly dressed myself, putting my gloves on and looking about for my cloak.

"Any the servants?" I heard her ask in return. "Why can't they do it?"

I did not answer her, instead turning my back and finding my dark red cloak to wrap around myself for warmth. My Aunt watched in stunned silence as I tied it about myself.

"If you haven't noticed, they've all disappeared." She opened her mouth to say something in answer, but nothing came out. Smirking playfully, I winked at her, sending her almost into a fury. Casting one fleeting look at my aunt as I walked past her towards the door, I hurried through the threshold. I stepped out, hearing the rain beating hard against the walls and roof of our home. I would be surprised to see any British officers out and about tonight.

Putting my hood on to cover my head, I stepped off our steps, allowing an immensely strong gust to pull me along, almost throwing me back against the steps of my home. The storm was stronger than I thought, the trees flapping and fighting against the wind. The rain hit at an angle against me, the wind struggling to expose the delicate cloth of my gown. Keeping my head down and my cloak wrapped tightly about me, I began my walk towards the apothecary.

"A sprinkle?! I hardly think so!" I heard my aunt call out. I stopped in my tracks and turned to see her near where I now stood, slowly but surely making her way towards me in cautious steps. How persistent she always seemed to be. "Goodness! How can you even think of going out in this type of weather?" She asked as she finally reached me.

"Easy." I answered, again resuming my walk towards the apothecary. "One just dresses and opens the door. Once one leaves the building, one walks. That merely consists of keeping your head down and bowed, walking as fast as you can." I continued.

My aunt's huff of annoyance and her steps behind me was the only thing I heard after that as I continued making my way towards the goal I had set out for myself. A low rumble of thunder, and I looked up towards the sky to see the dark ominous clouds looming over both of us…and the whole of New York no less.

The rain fell in puddles around us as walked, blurring our vision and forcing us to watch our feet as they slowly grew cold and wet with the storm brewing around us. All this for my mother, who lay in bed with a slight cough and fever.

"I suppose we should be glad that it is only several blocks off…" I heard my Aunt say beside me, her voice finally soft and resigned.

I turned to look at her and realized her head was bowed downwards, both to avoid the onslaught of rain to hold her skirts up from becoming wet. Her steps were careful, as always, making sure to avoid any slip of balance, which would send her onto the wet ground on her bottom.

"Remember, Auntie, I never asked you to join me. I would have been just as well making this errand on my own." I answered.

"Anneliese, letting you out in the middle of a storm would be like letting a wolf into a chicken pen…." I heard her mutter in answer. I chuckled to myself and continued my determined walk.

"Then you've created your own hell, it seems." I answered, mostly to myself. She did not hear, or if she did, she chose to ignore my flighty comment. I looked forward once again, and soon enough, I found myself at the Apothecary's door. Opening the door, my Aunt hurried inside.

"Wait here." She said, pointing towards the ground. "I'll be out directly." And with my disappointed look and the door closing severely behind her, I remained outside. There I waited, underneath a small roof for protection.

I stared out towards the street, almost completely mesmerized by the rain as it hit the cobblestones, sending the small droplets into the air before they came to rest once again in the puddles that had so quickly come into existence.

For several minutes I was completely and utterly enthralled, my gaze fixed upon the show before me. It was not until I heard his boyish voice, only several years older than myself, that I realized I was not alone.

"You dropped this, miss." I heard him say, snapping me out of my reverie. He had been running, that much was evident. His breathing was deep, his voice exhausted. The bottom of his jacket and boots were caked in mud, and even though it was dark, it was apparent that his clothing was well worn and old. However, it was obvious that he was not a beggar.

"Hmmmm?" I asked, snapping out of my reverie completely then. I looked up to meet his gaze and found a man whose bright eyes caught me almost as soon as I saw them, a careless curl of his auburn hair falling across his face. I blinked rapidly.

"You dropped something, miss." He said again, holding out a small purse of change that I had been carrying unknowingly in my hand. I had not even remembered taking it up as I left. I reached out and took the pouch.

"Thank you." I said, smiling wistfully. "I had not even realized that I had this with me. I am truly grateful for your honesty, sir." Blushing slightly as I saw his eyes twinkle with happiness as he heard the word 'sir', I continued. "I am sorry, I do not know your name."

As his gaze met mine for a second time, I noticed his lips turn up in an almost playful smile. He was enjoying the small conversation he was having with me, and he could tell I was beginning to enjoy the company he was providing me with as well. I blinked rapidly in confusion.

"Alexander Hamilton." He said, bowing his head slightly. I smiled. Such an interesting name that was…

"Alexander?" I asked him. He nodded. "Well then, Mr. Hamilton, again, I am truly grateful for your honesty. That is a rare thing indeed to come across these days."

All while I spoke, I watched him watch me. It was a curious situation we found ourselves in; two strangers huddled underneath an awning, our only shelter from the rain. He, regarding me with a twinkle in his eye, and I….I….well…I watching him in return with just as much of a curious look as he had on his own face.

For what seemed like several hours we stood there. How awkward it all seemed.

"Anneliese Rembardt." I said finally, hoping to break the silence. Holding out my hand for him to shake, I waited for him to do the same. So intent he had become on watching me, he did not realize immediately what I was trying to do and say.

"Oh…yes?" he asked, snapping to attention as he felt me reach out to take his hand.

"Anneliese Rembardt." I said again. "It's only right that I introduce myself in turn, Mr. Hamilton." Again, he smiled at me, shaking my hand in greeting.

"A pleasure." He said. Such impeccable manners this man seemed to have. If it were not for the clothing I wore, I would not have thought him a station below me. Quite suddenly, I heard the door creep open beside us. Jarred out of our small talk, we both turned in time, not realizing that we both still held hands.

"A pleasure it is indeed, sir." I heard my Aunt's crisp voice say in turn, her cold blue gaze resting on the young man I had just met. "Tell me, do you always think yourself confident enough to introduce yourself to strange women on the street? Never mind them apparently looking a station above your own…when it comes to clothing, that is."

A cold drop of dread fell down my spine. Mortification. That was most certainly what it was. He was innocent of soliciting me. But, she did not fail to make me feel as though I had done something incredibly wrong as to introduce myself to a perfect stranger I had found on the street. But, that would come only later.