AC Syndicate: Isolated Files [OS]

Visit [Alternative]

Picture of the Chapter by myself // [Victoria Reid as middle-class version.]

In the twilight, Thomas Cameron's fiancée went to the manor's gardens. She needed a breath of fresh air after the painful dinner party. Indeed, the Reids were hosting the Camerons this evening. They were all having supper to satisfy the evening's hunger while she isolated herself for a few moments.

Far enough away from the house, she sat on the grass, not caring if she soiled her dress and underwear. She lifted her nose, her eyes closed, and took a deep breath. She enjoyed the fresh air that passed through her nostrils each time the air entered. She held her breath before slowly releasing everything through her mouth. This exit was a breath of fresh air for her. She opened her eyes again and relaxed her shoulders, letting go of the tension and stress she had felt all evening.

The softness of the twilight and the nature that was falling asleep soothed the dark-haired woman's mind, who closed her eyes again to enjoy the calm, the silence that surrounded her. The environment made her forget who she was, her future with Thomas. Her memory erased everything, except for a few memories and one person. When her mind called out the name of the person she wanted to be with, her heart began to pound a little harder. She put her hand on her chest to see how much she loved the one she wanted to run away with. When she felt the intense pounding, she could only smile, keeping her eyes closed.

In the distance, at the bottom of the stairs leading to the garden, stood a man in a long leather coat with a top hat. Despite the darkening sky, he watched with his hazel eyes as the woman contemplated the trees before her. He lingered on the length of the heiress' hair, which waved down to below her shoulder blades. Despite the dress and the darkness that filled the sky, he could make out the figure and the fall of her loins, surely perfect in his eyes.

Laughter from the living room brought the Assassin back to reality. He looked in the direction from which the hilarity of Reid and Cameron came. Then he looked again at the young woman isolated in her contemplation. He remembered, with a twinge of sadness, that his beauty was promised to a man she did not love, even though she had known him since childhood. Without knowing it, the Reids were going to ally themselves with the Camerons, a family closely linked to the Templars. This idea had already made the Assassin cringe, but what bothered him most was the pain Victoria might feel. For the moment, the two secret lovers had not yet seriously discussed the subject. But she had already let him know that she wanted to run away with him before the wedding day.

He took advantage of the fact that he was out of his thoughts to finally let himself be guided by her steps, reducing the distance between him and the young woman. He walked slowly towards her, not wanting to interrupt the calm in which she had immersed herself. The bourgeoise still had her eyes open and was breathing deeply, but she felt something disturbing her serenity. Nothing alarming, nothing dangerous, even if she felt her skin was on alert. The man a few steps away from her, his eyes opened and his lips stretched into a smile. He paused for a few moments to look at her fondly before ending the Reid daughter's meditation.