Kiss Me, Connor Kenway

A Proper Woman

The crisp, cold days of winter have finally ended and the last days of March have quickly arrived. The days were still cool, but not enough to freeze oneself. The snow was almost all melted away and the first signs of spring finally began to bloom. The trees were just starting to bud and the flowers were not shy to show their beautiful, colorful petals. It was mid afternoon while I was sitting on a stump by the edge of the cliff behind the manor, reading Romeo and Juliet. I could see the Aquila slowly rocking back and forth as I took periodic breaks from reading. I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to sail the seas and see the wide open ocean on the upper deck. I could always ask Connor if he is ever able to take me on a sailing trip, but I doubt he would have time for that kind of leisure. He's been so much busier than usual and it's been concerning me. He's been more aggravated and hostile, but not with me, just from a distance I could see that there was a lot on his mind. I try to ask him what is wrong but I can never get an answer out from him. He will always avoid the question or just walk away from me.

I am so concerned over this man's health. I always see him coming back home with his bloody robes as usual. It frightens me so much that I have nightmares with Connor's face flashing in the pouring rain as each lightning bolt strikes with blood splatters covering his face, teeth bared. Ever since I've started to live with him, he's always been hiding something from me, and I've just been dying to know what it was.

As of my love for Connor, I've been trying to hint at him, but everytime I try to flirt, he doesn't seem to notice. Why did I have to fall in love with a man who's so utterly oblivious?

I chuckled to myself as I closed my book, feeling the breeze catch my hair. I get headaches while reading this book. This old English is too difficult for me to understand it all. I wish there would be an Italian version of this, and I'm sure it exists somewhere in the world. I felt bad because I have been trying my best to enjoy the presents that Connor gave me for Christmas, and I would feel guilty if I told him that I couldn't understand what I was reading. I stood up and began to walk towards the rear entrance of the manor. While walking, I could see the little dandelion heads popping out from the grass and it lifted my spirits to see that warm weather was on its way. As I opened the door, my eyes had trouble adjusting to the dark interior of the manor. Once my eyesight began to come to, I saw Connor was busy with something at the kitchen cutting table, back turned to me. I felt a serious and heavy aura present in the room, but I opposed that by remaining my cheerful self.

"Oh, Connor! When did you get back?" I asked. He did not reply to me, even though he knew I was present. All his focus was on whatever was in front of him, not caring about anything else around him. This made me furrow my brows together, and I felt my cheerful mood began to slip away as my smile became straightened. I couldn't help but walk closer and approach him to see what was going on. Upon walking closer and peeking around him, I saw one pile of fresh linens sitting next to soiled ones with bright, red blood seeped into them. I gasped and looked at Connor pressing fresh pieces of cloth to his face.

"It is nothing." He said sternly.

"Of course it's not nothing, pazzo!" I reached up to turn his face towards me so I can examine what the damage was on his face. (Crazy)

"Miss Fields, there is no need to worry about me." Connor was getting agitated and pulled his face away from my hand and continued to clean himself up. Why was he being so mean? His rude remark and annoyed gesture pierced my heart and I couldn't help but feel my chest tighten and well up with pressure. The look on his face was distant, and he would refuse to turn his eyes towards my direction. For a moment, I studied his face to get a good read on him. Once seeing that he wasn't going to budge, I let out a huff and raised my voice in responding to him.