Marquis de Lafayette Hamilton

the battle of yorktown had been won.

soldiers, generals, and citizens alike were all celebrating. your husband, general lafayette, had been commanding a battalion alongside alexander hamilton in the war. once the british raised their white flags, lafayette’s thoughts had immediately turned to you. he had missed you greatly and couldn’t wait to be back in your arms.

after the two of you had been reunited, lafayette decided to go out with his friends alexander hamilton, hercules mulligan, and john laurence for drinks together. the group of them ended up getting wasted and lafayette stumbled home from the bar late at night, drunk. he staggered through the home that the two of you shared, muttering incoherent strings of french under his breath whenever he knocked into an object or piece of furniture.

finally, lafayette climbed into bed beside you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back flush against his chest. “mon amour, je suis à la maison,” he mumbled into your shoulder, words slurred together. the alcohol was making his brain foggy and he was mixing up french and english.“je t’aime tellement…”