Beauty and the Assassin

Sequence 10

June 3rd, 1775 Mohawk Village
Belle kept her eyes on the young warrior in front of her as she held her arms around his waist as they continued to ride across the plans on horseback as was planned they left in the morning, dawn to be exact he placed his hood back on when they'd left so all she could see is the back of the famous white hood as she placed her blue dress back on after sewing it back in one piece even if the Mohawk clothing was comfy she'd prefer her own clothes.
She brought her attention back to you and back tracked the words that you had spoken the day before an 'unexpected person' was the cause of his broken innocence.
She was a little confused with the meaning words she didn't pry into the subject for it was a very sensitive one, but she wasn't going to pass up the chance to find out of course.
She gave your shoulder a light squeeze to catch your attention as you turned your head to signify that you were listening.
"Y/n...who exactly is the person that caused you so much pain?" she asked trying her best to gaze at your face wondering if she'd overstepped a boundary.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry.....it's just pretty obvious to me that something pains you."
You averted your eyes from the young woman and began to wonder how she was able to see through your stone demeanor she was really something else.
"Well it's not technically just one person, it was a group of men, they came to me demanding to see the elders of my tribe there was one in particular that I promised to find...his name is Charles Lee" You said with a slightly deepened voice and that didn't go unnoticed.
"Was it him the lead the attack on your village?" Belle asked.
"No...he and the group of men are Templars and....their leader is no other then my own father."
Belle was baffled to say the least, his father of all people that's gotta hurt.
"Your father?!" asked the young woman, her face turning in with a mix of disbelief and sympathy, her father was a huge part of her life after her mother's passing her father had become her rock, she could lean on him from the smallest to the largest situations.
"I'm sorry its heart breaking to know that, my father means the world to me and the thought of being hurt by the one who is supposed to love and protect you...I can see why you're out for blood."
You replayed with a head nod as you kept your eyes on the trail continuing the ride to the French village.
"Y/n may I ask another question?"
"Ask away"
"It's out but is Ori:te is she your sister by blood?" asked Belle.
You shook your head in reply to her question. "No she isn't when my mother was killed I was brought into another family in my tribe she along with her older sister are my siblings by bond and love but not blood" said the Assassin.
"Oh that's good to know at least you weren't' completely alone"
You replayed with a head nod and give her a smile yes not completely.
"You're very strong too" she said with a slight pucker of her pink lips.
"Thank you if it weren't for my skill I would be dead a thousand times over by now" You said with a prideful smile.
"Here I thought only cowards die a thousand times you wouldn't happened to be a coward would you" said the young woman with a giggle.
"I can tell you this much there are times where I must use a...strategic retreat that does not make me a coward" You said to her
"Surrrre lets go with that one" she said sarcastically.
"I can easily make this ride a difficult one for you all I have to is make this stead take a bumpy road" You said with a playful warning.
"You wouldn't dare" said Belle in a low warning voice as you turned your head to face her with a sinister grin.
"...try me"

Francaise Colon
The afternoon seemed grey in the small French village as if rain was soon shower the town as the villagers went on by their daily lives there was a small spark in one particular Frenchman.
Gaston an ale in hand waited patiently for the opportunity to meet with the old man that promised him money power and even more respect he was going to get so much more in his already almost perfect life all he needed was this little boost and by little it meant a huge boost joining these men would do him no wrong.
"Gaston so good to see you could make it" said Conwell as he took a seat across from the Frenchman.
"I became interested in the offer, so tell me who are they" he asked gesturing his company "and....who are you?" Gaston asked.
Conwell chuckled, one of his men brought him an ale and retreated back to his post Gaston watched the scenario, his curiosity becoming stronger to who this guy is such respect and he has the allure of a powerful man this gentleman is a boss.
"We are an organization that aims for the greater good of man we strive for stability, peace, order.....but we also aim for control, power, for without a strong hand to lead there can be no proper guidance, that is why we are here for better.....influence you might say" said Conwell as he took a swig of his drink.
"That's fine and dandy but it doesn't quite answer my question" said Gaston with an amused grin.
"You may call us the Order of the Templar Knights" said Conwell looking the man in the eye.
"Templars you mean like in those old legends?" asked the Gaston.
"Oh I assure you there are more than just legends my boy much more; Templars are as real as the Assassins"
"So they exist too? What do they strive for?" asked the Frenchman he noticed that was all he had been doing asking wanting knowledge...that was a first.
Conwell took another gulp of his ale and placed it back on the wooden table with a slight burp.
"The same as us peace, but they have a more ignorant way of looking towards the order of society, they believe that free will is the best solutions for peace that people should be in control of their own destinies, but look at what's happening now to the crown his subjects want independence so they start a war, man already has free will you see and they use it very inefficiently" he finished with a look of disappointment.
"So where do you stand in this Order, there has to be more than one since you're talking about society?" he asked the old man looking as if he was trying hard to keep up.
"Oh yes there are more than one branch as for mine I am the leader of the branch from France though my father used to serve the Britain Order so I am temporally aligned with the British."
Gaston held his eyes on Conwell this man had quite the head on him he sounded as if he was a fountain of knowledge so he wanted to get his fill.
"So do you also control the branch here in the colonies? There's been some strange activity as far as important people going missing, merchants, scholars and even high ranking officers not just in the British Army but the Patriots as well are those you're doing?"
"In a way yes there's a few of our men on those sorts of jobs but I don't control the branch in the colonies"
"Oh do tell" said Gaston getting even more greedy and anxious to know more of the Templars.
"With in due time my boy I'll inform you on all our secrets once you've proven loyal, in the meantime my second in command will assist you on your quest to enlightenment" said Conwell finishing off his ale and rising from his seat.
"No worries old man I won't disappoint that is a promise but what about Maurice?" said the Frenchman.
"Oh you need not worry of him he's my guest of honor so his comfort is my number 1 priority" said Conwell as he left the tavern his company bringing him his coat as they where right on his heels.
"See you soon Gaston remember what we spoke of today."
"Yes sir no way in hell I'm passin' this up" said the Frenchman with a hungry look as Lefou came and sat next to his idle with a beer in hand.
"What was that all about, guy comes struttin' up in here like he owns the place" said the little man about to take a swig of his drink before it was snatched and finished by Gaston "Hey!"
"Oh don't worry your head about it. It has nothing to do with people of...leaser value" he said smugly as he rose to his feet and started strutting out of the tavern and Lefou responded with his middle finger behind Gaston's back.
Outside of the Village Belle and you finally arrived to her small town dismounting the horse as they walked farther into town people she'd known for years started to point and rush to her with urgency greeting her and asking of she was alright it was a nice change of pace seeing as though no one was judging her for the moment.
"Belle where 'av ya been girl who's you're friend here?" asked one of her neighbors gazing at you, you obviously wasn't from town.
"Well it's a long story actually this is my friend Y/n, he helped me home" she said giving the Assassin a sideways glance and smirk.
"Oh I see" said her neighbor with a rise of a brow and gave a smirk showing a few wooden teeth in all his years he'd never seen her look at a man like that "well good to know there still decent people out there stalkin'about" said her neighbor.
"By any chance have you seen my father?" she asked a bit of urgency coming in her voice now.
"No I ain't seen him since yesterday's mornnin' the man is goin even more looney then usual he's been searchin' round for ya hard, don't think he's sleepin' at all either crazy ol loon"
"Oh I see I better hurry home then, thank you"
"Your neighbor seems...interesting why does he have wooden teeth?" asked Y/n as he continued to follow Belle.
"You don't wanna know" she said with a chuckle.
Belle continued to direct down the street crossing a small bridge as she and Y/n came up on a small cozy looking house by the bank her house her home she pulled out her key from her dress as she opened the door.
"Papa are you here?"
A gasp escaped her lips as she entered her home she came upon the damage of her house mainly the living room the damage was immense the furniture was either broken, flipped or ripped, her books where everywhere the book shelf had been thrown to the ground and broken pieces of glass was scattered across the floor and even her father's hunting musket was on the ground along with a dark few dark stains was that.....blood!
"OH MY GOD!"