(Third book) Philip Hamilton X Reader: The almost truth can beguile

-Chapter 39: Escorts-

"Walk faster, you traitor," The guard hissed as Jones lagged behind, poking him in the back with the end of his bayonet. "God, I'm not a-... nevermind," Jones hissed as he quickened his pace. In a row, the four men were being escorted to the dungeon. "Say, Alexander," John called from the front of the row. 

"How does it feel to betray someone and then be betrayed by your own actions?" He asked. Alexander didn't really seem to listen to him. He was off in his own world, looking straight ahead.

"John, shut up!" Jones yelled from the back. "We're in the exact same situation as that mofo!" He sneered. "Silence, prisoner!" The guard spat. "But he started-" "SILENCE!" The guard yelled over Jones' explanation before kicking his shin, making Jones fall down to his knees. The rest tensed up as the guards stopped to yell at Jones some more.

'Well, this is some classified bullsh*t.' John thought as Jones got pulled up by his collar and was shoved back in line. "Keep moving," John slowly blinked before continuing his walk forward.

Just before he could step his third step, he felt a sudden burst of wind fly past him. He looked over his shoulder and saw that one of the guards was hit by a dart in the neck. "What the-" The guard groaned before rolling his eyes back and landing face-first on the floor. 

"Duck!" John looked ahead, saw another dart flying right toward him, and immediately duck. The guard behind him got hit right between his eyes. George and Jones got down as well. Alexander was still in his own little world so Jones took the liberty to grab his sleeve and tug him down.

Just as all of them got down, another few darts flew over their heads and hit the remaining guards. Once the floor was covered in unconscious guards, the three rose back up and Alexander stayed crouched, staring at the floor. "Who was that?" George asked. Just as he did, someone dropped from the ceiling and landed right in front of them.

"Heya," 

"Arahz!" George smiled. "I used to escape from my math lessons by creeping through the wooden balks supporting the ceiling. Also got used to shooting spitballs at Samuel through a hollow twig," Arahz smiled back as he held up a small twig. "Isn't that how you escaped the castle way back when?" Jones asked George who nodded. "Like father like son," he mumbled which made George smile sheepishly.

"Let's get Philip and rescue Y/N," John suggested. "Wait. Remember what the queen said," George said, grabbing his shoulder. "She said that if we didn't deliver Y/N by sundown, she'd take her rage out on the villages," He reminded John. "Ugh, she was always so good at being annoying in a smart way," John groaned, folding his arms. "True," George agreed, spotting Alexander on the floor. 

Still crouched down, still staring at the ground. "Are we going to leave him?" He asked. "I want to," John sighed. "But I'm not going to stoop that low ever again," He groaned as he stepped toward Alexander. "Yo, Alex," He called to which he got no response. "Get over yourself, dude," John said as he grabbed Alexander's arm and attempted to pull him up. 

Alexander pulled his arm back and hugged himself. "How am I going to face Philip and tell him I sold Y/N out?" He asked, wide-eyed. "The floors are so clean that I can basically see my own reflection in it. It feels incriminating. It feels like my conscience is staring right at me," He rambled.

"Okay, Shakespear. Stop spitting lines at me and get up," John groaned, lifting the gremlin off his feet and putting him upright. "Between you and me, I'm the worse parent," He said, holding Alexander's shoulders. "You tried to save your son but you did so in a sh*tty way. Now go fix your mistake and be better," He said, pushing Alexander. 

Alexander stared at the floor for a second before looking back up. "Right." He agreed. "Where's the throne room?" He asked. "This way," Arahz said, turning around and running toward the room Philip was trapped in. 

Samuel and Y/N silently walked through the hallway. It seemed like that's the only part of the castle Y/N has seen a million times already. All the hallways, no matter the decorations, always looked the same. Sometimes the hallways had a red carpet, sometimes it was white marble. Sometimes there were purple curtains, sometimes there were big glass windows. It didn't really matter when you were running through them, trying not to get caught.

She couldn't really put her finger on it, but Samuel felt off. Maybe it was just her being a bit paranoid, but he seemed very bipolar. It could be his posture, his grey hair lacing the dark blonde hairs he had, or maybe the fact that she could never look him right in the eyes due to his glasses reflecting her own in them. 

"Here it is," Samuel suddenly said, standing still near a wooden door. It was nearly as impressive as the two big doors at the queen's office, but the woodwork did look expensive. "She's waiting for you inside," He told her and opened the door. "Go on. Tell her off," 

He was mocking her until the last second. She stared at his glasses before entering the room. He followed suit and entered as well, slamming the door behind him making Y/N jump. "Can you not be a bitc-" "Hello," Y/N looked ahead and saw what she had been fearing the most since she found out who she really was. 

"You really did cause a big mess here in the castle," 

Y/N felt extremely uncomfortable. Just now she realized how much the queen's voice matched hers so well. They almost sounded like the same person. She hadn't even seen the queen's face yet as her back was turned to Y/N. She was staring out the window.

"I heard you also already met your brother. You two may be more similar than I first thought,"

The queen slowly turned around, her red dress twisting a bit as she did. As her eyes found Y/N's she smiled. A shiver ran down Y/N's spine as she looked at her mother. Even her smile lines matched hers. Samuel stood on the other side of the room, observing the situation carefully. 

With all her cards open on the table, Y/N gathered all her courage and said: "Why?" Samuel cocked his eyebrow. "Why would you give me away and then do everything in your power to get me back? You'd so far as to threaten an entire village. Why?" She asked.

"Is that really the first question you're going to ask me? Really?" The queen asked. "I-... Wait. You don't have the right to put my motives into question!" Y/N quickly argued back. "Neither do you," The queen answered.  "This is literally about me! I have a right to know," Y/N spat. 

"I just want to help you-" "Realy?! Because it doesn't seem like you want to!" Y/N finally snapped.

The sudden cold glare the queen gave her, made her wince. It was the same stare Arahz had given her the first time they met. "Fine," The queen hissed, marched toward the only table in the room and grabbed a notebook. "Here, catch," She said, tossing it toward Y/N. She barely caught it and stared wide-eyed at the queen.

"Read it," She demanded.

Y/N slowly looked down at her hands and slowly opened it. She read the first line in a whisper:

Y/N's behavior