The Siege of the Assassins (Assassin's Creed 3 fanfiction)

Chapter 3: Whores, Dresses, and Free Masons

Oh. My. God.

Connor's eyes bore into mine as I stand there, speechless. What am I supposed to say again? This totally can't be happening. Connor's real.

I feel a nudge from Violet and I mentally shake my head before speaking. "Uhm, hi. We ugh, w-we."

"Connor? Who's at the door?" A middle-aged man peeks around Connor's arm and claps his hands, moving to stand in front of us. "Well, how interesting! I've never seen such young ladies of the night, or such exotic clothing. I never even knew you made house visits either!"

My eyes widen at his bold statement and from behind, Violet indignantly let out a "what!" I step up close to the man and stick my index finger into his face.

"How dare you assume the worst of us. Have you no shame in yourself nor respect for women? We were robbed of all our possessions on our way to Boston and are in need of aid. I do not take kindly to men whose minds are riddled by filth!"

The man takes a step back, eyes wide as he bumps into Connor "I-I'm truly sorry miss, I didn't realize." He turns to Connor and gives a flick of his hand, "My wife Elizabeth is at her mother's house so I'm afraid-- oh, Connor my friend, please move. I must get back inside, we are expected elsewhere."

Connor places his hand firmly on the man's shoulder, preventing him from reentering the house.

"We cannot let them wander in their state, Adams. Give them clothes, maybe a few coin."

The man sighs and waves to Violet and I "very well, I'm sure my wife has clothes that you can more than likely find suitable."

Violet and I slowly make our way into the home, carefully sidestepping Connor and following the man to a closed door. He opens the door to reveal a quaint little bedroom with a fourposter bed, a desk, and two ornate armoires. He walks quickly over to the farthest one and opens it to reveal multiple extravagantly embroidered gowns.

"Help yourself to whichever outfit you choose, all but the three dresses on the very right. Elizabeth is quite fond of those."

I turn to the man and smile, "Thank you so much, Mr. Adams. My sister and I greatly appreciate this."

"Please call me Samuel." And with that, the two men walk out of the room, closing the door behind them.

I turn to Violet, a grin growing on my face as I make a 'ta-da' stance. "That was Samuel-freaking-Adams! And you know who the other guy was? Connor-mutha-fucking-Kenway! I told you he was real!" I jump up and down like a school girl and skip over to the opened armoire. I pull out a light blue gown with lace and flower stitching and hold it against my chest. "What do you think, Vie? Would I be fitting in a colonial dress?"

Violet snorts and fingers through the dresses next to me, giving only a glance to the dress I was holding. "Eh, something about that just makes me think of a china doll. Try going with....oh! I think this purple one would be nice!"

Violet holds up a simple but elegant lilac dress with ruffled elbow sleeves, lace cross-crossing across the front of the bodice. The neckline's square and looks a little low for me, but it's actually quite beautiful.

I take the dress from Violet and press it against my chest "It's nice, how exactly do I put it on though? Do I just slip it on over my head?" I place the dress on the bed and I strip myself of my shirt and pants, carefully hiding my breasts from my friend.

Violet shrugs as she pulls out a slightly longer dress with a forest green top and white skirt.

"I guess...I've never really worn colonial dress before Jules."