{I do not own Hamilton, nor the artwork within this book, or the cover, unless I say I do own the artwork. This is also NOT historically accurate}
**!!WARNING- THIS BOOK IS UNEDITED AND CRINGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!**
Thomas Jefferson found himself in love with his wife when he was 17, and they got married at age 18, having their first child soon after. At the age of 28, his youngest daughter, (Y/n) Martha Jefferson, entered the world, with many sisters and three older brothers at the time.
Philip Hamilton was the fist born to his mother and father, Elizabeth Schuyler-Hamilton, and Alexander Hamilton. He never thought of true love- until he saw her. He flirted with every girl that approached him, and was his age- but she was different. She didn't fall for his good looks, or flirting.
However, what happens when they meet and fall in love? Will they be able to go past what their fathers feud? What will happen with their love for each other?
~It's A Forbidden Love~
~Simple info~
-Jefferson Children-
Tiana Dina Jefferson- age: 10- dark brown, untamed curly hair with dark brown eyes
Ava-Lauren Jefferson- age: 9- light brown, curly hair with dark brown eyes
Emma Jefferson and Isabella Jefferson- age: 8- both have light brown eyes and dark wavy hair (twins)
Thomas Jefferson Jr. and Micheal Jefferson- age: 7- untamed dark brown hair like their father, hazel and green eyes.
Mia Jefferson and Abigail Jefferson- age: 6- really wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes (twins)
James Jefferson and Jackson Jefferson- age: 4 1/2- green and blue eyes with untamed, wild, light brown hair
Amelia Jefferson and Ella Jefferson- age: 3 1/2- dark brown hair and eyes
I've heard of his kind before in my tribe as they told stories by the fire of the white man. Father always told me to never engage with a white man to protect myself, seeing as I was the tribe's so-called 'princess', even if I was a boy. This was the first time I've seen a white man before. I could tell he was a white man because of how he looked with the storied my tribe tells. He had blonde hair that was tied behind his head, white skin unlike me and my tribe's tan ones, and the most intriguing blue eyes I've ever seen. I've never seen blue eyes. Everyone in my tribe all had brown eyes. Although he wielding a long gun that he carried over his back, a metal hat over his head, I couldn't find it in me to feel frightened. He surely didn't have a spear or knife with him unlike our hunting weapons in my tribe. My squirrel companion waved his arm over my face as if telling me to avert my eyes away from the white man, but I placed him somewhere on a higher branch above me. I was fascinated with the white man. No, attracted was a better word. I needed to... meet him in person. Father won't mind me meeting just one white man, won't he.
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