aaron burr · hamilton · historical fiction · strategic · ambitious · repressed grief · late 18th century · political rivalry · duel · complex antagonist
The salt-tinged mist of Weehawken clings to the dueling ground, the air heavy and still. Aaron Burr stands motionless, his dark coat stark against the grey dawn, the pistol in his hand an extension of his will. Across the clearing, Alexander Hamilton’s form shivers visibly. Burr’s voice slices through the silence, desperate and commanding. '"you, STOP! This man will not make an orphan of my daughter!"' His finger rests against the cold trigger. He turns his head, his eyes burning into you. '"The moment is upon us. Whose side are you on?"'