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Gillivia First Meeting

Lafayette woke up due to shouting, he quickly put on his uniform to see what was going on. French and American soldiers were fighting, Lafayette knew that there were tensions through the men, but he never knew it would get this bad. Before General Washington or Lieutenant General Comte de Rochambeau could say anything, he heard a voice.

“One…” a woman counted in a low, but commanding voice. Those who heard it turn to her, only to freeze in shock. The woman was wearing the deadliest, most cold, and most terrifying glare that Lafayette had ever seen.

“Two…” Now all of the soldiers were looking at her in shock and fear.

“Three…” The woman jumped off her horse and the Major General could finally get to observe all of her: she was wearing a red dress under her black cloak, her fiery red hair was braided into a plait and hanging over right shoulder, her violet-blue eyes reminded him of his friend; Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Hamilton, she had freckles dotted across her cheeks, nose, and ears, and had pink-red lips.

“Ah...I thought you were arriving the day after tomorrow, my daughter?” son général asked. Wait what?! My daughter?! She doesn’t look a thing like George Washington!

“Yes, Papa, but traveling through New York to Valley Forge as a Patriot is no easy feat.” The unknown woman mused, “I would be in a blue dress, but I thought it would be easier in red. New York and Pennsylvania are full of lobsters and loyalists.”

She looked at General Washington’s hair, face full of amusement and exasperation, “And you still have your potato hair,” she tsked her tongue, “I feel so sorry for you.” Snorts and laughter were heard around the men at the joke.

Finally, the commander in chief of the Continental army introduced the woman to the camp. “Everyone, this is Olivia Rachel Hamilton, she is a very important and very special asset in this war against the British. I expect you all to welcome her or welcome her back with open arms and respect her.”

Olivia Rachel Hamilton, where had he heard of that name before? Right! She participated in the Battle of Brandywine, Battle of Paoli, Battle of Setauket, she was with her brother during the Schuylkill River Incident, trained the under-trained soldiers, kept the army fed, and nursed the wounded back to health. Lafayette had heard of her name throughout the year about how kind, brave, and caring she was and her unknown reason to depart from camp. Yes, he had heard of her, but never seen nor met her.

He had heard some of the French and American soldiers, who obviously didn’t know her well enough as to why Washington would ask them that, especially of a measly woman even if she was Hamilton’s sister, he had heard slurs about her from her appearance down to her accent.

General Comte de Rochambeau introduced himself to Olivia with the help of translating from her twin brother.

“And Olivia this is-” General Washington got cut off by Olivia, “Major General Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, yes I know exactly who you are, monsieur.” Her Nevis accent was more pronounced when she spoke French. Upon hearing her say the French word perfectly, the soldiers from France froze.

“Oui, je connais le français avec l'espagnol, le danois, l'hébreu, le grec, le latin et l'italien. Voulez-vous savoir pourquoi le général Washington vous a demandé cela? Ce n’était pas à cause du rang de mon plus jeune frère jumeau, c’était parce que je l’avais mérité, par moi-même. Ne sous-estimez pas les femmes mais ne les surestimez pas non plus, ce sera votre chute avec votre fierté et votre ego. Bien que j'aime plutôt être sous-estimé, le choc sur ceux qui en ont est assez amusant, si je le dis moi-même.”

"Via, vous n'êtes plus âgé que de 30 secondes."

“Oui, Xander, cela signifie que je suis sur la bonne Terre de Dieu depuis 30 secondes avant toi.”

Lafayette could feel a start of a fight and so did Washington as he reminded Olivia about the introduction. “Ah! Yes, of course, Papa. It was a pleasure to meet you, Marquis.” Before anyone could start talking, she spoke again, “Now if everyone would excuse me, I need to take a nap, my journey was not a relaxing one.” She nodded and walked inside Alexander’s tent with said man escorting her.

She is one interesting lady Lafayette thought, before having sleep taking over him once again.

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Translations:

-his General

-“Yes, I know French along with Spanish, Danish, Hebrew, Greek, Latin, and Italian. Do you want to know why General Washington asked that of you? It wasn’t because of my younger, twin brother’s rank, it was because I had earned it, by myself. Do not underestimate women but don’t overestimate them either, it will be your downfall along with your pride and ego. Though I rather like being underestimated, the shock on those who have is quite amusing, if I do say so myself.”

-“Via, you are only older by 30 seconds.”

-“Yes, Xander, that means that I have been on God’s good Earth for 30 seconds before you.”

Portrait of Olivia Rachel Hamilton Laurens

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Bastille Day Event: END

Death Is Unfair

Despite being the oldest of the four, Benjamin Tallmadge died last.

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It was shocking to say the least that Olivia never got to outlive their dad. It was said that she died of expired poison. They thought that she would be fine because she survived it during the war. But the poison had consumed her frail and weak body that was caused by childbirth, and for not eating and sleeping at the correct times. 

The poison was actually meant for Alexander, but she drank his glass, as she had done over the years. The man who poisoned the glass was Michael John Key, a loyalist.

She sat through the first Cabinet Meeting, about establishing the first U.S. bank for hours. 

Washington, Eliza, Alexander, and himself were the only ones present when she died. Olivia gave Washington the golden locket he gave her after the Schuylkill River Incident, gave Eliza her and John Laurens’ wedding rings, gave Alexander their family’s ring and diary, and gave Ben the sun hair comb and the golden band the Culper Spy Ring had during the war, she told him to give the sapphire bracelet Lafayette gave her back to him.

“I’ll see all you on the other side, John, my love, I’m coming.” were her last words.

Of course, Laurens wasn’t her love, it was Lafayette. She only married him to conceal the rumors and suspicion about John and Alexander in a romantic relationship. The plan was for them to act in love in public, but go to their paramours behind closed doors.

The nation had stopped working for days until the will reading was done. The funeral ceremony was beautiful and lots of people attended. Olivia was given a military funeral because her rank in the army was Madam General and was a big factor in keeping the army alive and well. She was buried in Trinity Church Cemetery under a monument.

Key was later hanged the very next day for assassination of the Vice President.

Alexander was never the same after her death.

She was just 38 or 36 years old, it depends on which birthdate one believed she was born on.

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Alexander died next in the stupidest way possible.

A duel.

Vice President (he doesn’t deserve that title) Aaron Burr was mad at Alexander because he supported Jefferson, a man that he despised since the beginning, just to keep him from winning.

In the end, Alexander aimed his pistol at the sky and Burr shot him in the ribs. He died the next day (47 or 49), Eliza and Angelica by his side. They don’t know his last words because he couldn’t stop talking.

Typical ‘lex.

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Lafayette died next.

He visited America once more.

When he arrived, he immediately went to Olivia and Alexander’s tombstones. Ben helped comfort him and helped Lafayette travel America. He completed the task his sister and first love had given the former Head of Intelligence to give the sapphire bracelet back to Lafayette as a parting gift in person.

They continued writing letters when he left for France until his death in 1834.

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Now on his deathbed, Ben can only think of his family being reunited once more.