Bound To Kill

II: Bound To Move Forward

A month later...

Evangeline

France is rumored to have a 'complicated relationship' with England, and Scotland as an ally. Both of the monarchic nations are going to start a war soon, for the sake of their title, family, heirs, lands, and most importantly: power. They are ruled by Royals expected to serve their country without conflict and combat. 

Royal Courts, I hate them as much as I hate the smell of onions; I'm allergic to them that's why.

I hate how they have the most high-class families in the entire society; how they simply give pretty lies to their people and try their hardest to hide the ugly truths. The people deserve to choose on whomever their ruler shall be. But I suppose I'm not in the position to say such things anyway.

I pulled out my hood and checked my face over the mirror framed with white fleur-de-lis flowers. A favorite symbol of the Queen of England, how odd to have a symbol in such a place like this. I have not arrived in the castle of the de Poitiers's castle yet since I believe I need to prepare for First Plan: disguised as a poor peasant girl, I shall lie on whenever they ask about my whereabouts and my purpose of wanting to work in such a place. However, my Assassin uniform shall stay as hidden as an Egyptian mummy by morning and not on night, when everyone is sleeping and when it is free to find evidences of who is my target.

Mentor suspected King Henry de Poitiers is my target, but it is just an opinion. Believing in an opinion is warily true, he once said. So I must find for evidence first before I kill anyone I point a finger to. 

I need not to be recognized nor have my hood off when midnight strikes. 

Simply to say: I will be a handmaiden by day and an Assassin by night. As much as I hate serving Royals, I rather come in with pride of wearing the Assassins uniform and give them a proper introduction on who I am. But I will be the most stupidest assassin in the world and Mentor would have to shun me out of the Order.

Without Alexander or at least a new partner, I reckon I'll fail this mission. Well as long as nobody makes me fall in love with them there, all will be as expected. I will succeed this mission and I will bring honor to the Order, knowing I am a selfless playgirl who is married to the people and my only service is to give everyone their freedom of doings.

As long as my feelings for Alexander remains, my faith of seeing him again will help me get through this mission.

I hope it will.

"Miss Evangeline?" My coachman calls behind me. "Your carriage awaits."

I grabbed as much as I could before leaving my cottage. The cottage is built in the middle of ruins that was once was a small village before an accidental fire, so it won't be found by future enemies so easily. The rest of my belongings: my weapons, clothes I will least wear but looks needed in the future (gowns, etc.), and my journal.

No, I need the journal, for understandable reasons.

I snatched my leather-cover journal from my chest before locking my cottage door behind me. I follow my coachman suit. The air is fairly perfect despite that I have just arrived in time for Spring. I never thought I'd say this but I'm beginning to like France, just not enough to call it one of my favorites yet.

The coachman was a member of the Assassin Order so I'm not doubting putting my trust on him to take me safely to the de Poitiers's castle. In fact he knew my Mentor. He said Mentor and him were brothers-in-arms, until he migrated to France after marrying the love of his life.

"French people are the most romantic partners you'll find in this world, madame. Believe me," He said in a very-thick French accent that it sounded more like Italian. 

I lean on the front window and chuckle, watching the horses neigh as they begin to walk in a moderate pace. "I'll take that as a warning, then." I reply, hoping it really was. This people I'll be serving are Royals, and if I ever fall in love with one I swear to God I'll do a leap of faith without something to land onto. 

Falling in love with a Royal is the last thing I want to do, but I rather not do it. 

"It is a warning, milady!" The old man exclaims, whipping on the horses as they hasten their speed. "Hyah!"The carriage is beginning to wiggle, making my adrenaline rush rather than my anxiety. I always expect fun and not danger. 

"Can you slow down a bit, please?" I pleaded with laughter, steadying my seating in the wooden booth. The speed of the horses slows as expected. "Thank you."

"What, you never rode a horse before, Miss Evangeline?" The coachman asks.

"I have, but not carriages." 

"Oh," He chuckles. "You have to get used to this once you arrive in the castle. You will struggle with the King worse than you had struggled with carriages."

"The King? Do you know much about him?"

"I hear he's attracted to beautiful women. You must be careful, you might be his next prey."

The cracks of wheels crushing against pebbles on the road fades in, ending our conversation.

So the King is a manwhore, eh? That sounds useful.

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