Rookery ~ Assassin's Creed Syndicate

Chapter Thirty Five

The manor was beautiful. The trees were decorated with beautiful shades of green, the grass was bright and freshly trimmed, the flowers were bright and stood out from the other plants in the garden. I faced Martin once again, the look of wonder still on my face.

"I have never seen anything like this before. It is so beautiful."

"Did you not have gardens where you lived?"

"Oh, uh, of course. They were nothing as special as this. Plus, I never spent much time outside as a child." He nodded. I felt as if he was being to distrust me, but carried on with my charade. "Um, do you have anyone who would be able to take my bags up to my room? I'm afraid I don't have enough strength to do so myself."

"Yes." The carriage halted and a man in a posh, pressed suit opened the door. "Felix, would you be so kind as to escort Miss Faraday and her belongings up to her room?"

"Of course, Master Travert." Felix held his hand out to help me out of the carriage. I took it with a smile. When I reached the path, Felix was untying my bags from the roof of the carriage. "Just the two bags, Miss?"

"Yes. Thank you so much for this, Felix." He bowed slightly.

His fingers were delicately curled around the handles of my bags and I felt awful for holding just the small clutch. I made sure to prop all of the doors open, to have them then held open for me by one of the housemaids. I frowned. Everything was so formal, and I was quite the opposite. I wasn't sure how long my act would actually trick people for, but I prayed that it would work for as long as I was here.

With a certain amount of nausea in my stomach, I had to leave Felix and head to a washroom. Once inside, I locked the door and leaned over the basin. The powder I had put on my face two days ago hadn't yet been removed properly, so it was smeared all over. I plunged my hands into the warm water in front of me and dragged some upwards, spreading it across my face. I then wiped at it with a towel until there was no longer any trace of the makeup. My seasickness was still simmering down, but I could tell it wasn't going away anytime soon.

I emerged from the washroom and was faced by three housemaids. One took my hand and lead me to my room. Another went in to clean the bathroom. The last went off to fetch something for my nausea. Once I reached my room, the woman helped me to lay down.

"I do not need all of this. I am just a little nauseous from the long trip. A little food will set me right." The maid shook her head.

"Could you be with child, Miss?" My eyes widened.

"No, I certainly could not!" I propped myself up on the head board. "I would like some peace and quiet, please. Time to be by myself and to write letters back home."

"Alright, Miss. Beatrice will be up in a moment with something to help you."

My bags were laying against the wall on the other side of the wall. When I opened the bigger of the two, I removed paper, my pencils and all of the envelopes and set them on the desk in the corner. I began to write.