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Unexpected | Haytham Kenway

Parties never really were your thing.

You despised parties. The music, the people, the drunks. The only good thing about being forced to go to a ball was the fact that you got to dress up a bit. Being a Templar meant you wore your robes constantly, but thankfully every once in a while you got to shed those robes and look your best for a night. With Haytham being the Grandmaster, he attended parties and formal meetings all the time. But tonight, he had insisted you be by his side as he attended a ball a nobleman was throwing at a lavish mansion. He specifically said you 'would be a great distraction' and 'that you would have to get the man alone' so Haytham could end his puny life without hundreds of witnesses. You had objected at first, practically whining that this was his mission and that you didn't want anything to do with it. But, he had insisted and said that he wouldn't go without you, and you knew how important this mission was to him. So here you were, struggling to breathe in your tight corset and your feet killing you from the heels your maid told you to wear. The navy blue gown was indeed gorgeous, with gold embellishments along the bottom. The sweetheart neckline paired with cap sleeves and the expensive jewelry Haytham had bought you for your birthday made you look stunning.

Haytham had arrived a few hours before you, which meant he was already inside drinking champagne or wine and fraternizing with the guests. You gracefully stepped out of your carriage as you focused on not breaking g your ankle, your heels clicking on the cobblestone as you walked up the grand marble staircase. The staircase was lined with huge pots of various flowers, the fragrance making the whole courtyard smell like a garden. You stopped at the top and adjusted your corset, taking a deep breath and walked in. Two guards dressed in their usual redcoat uniforms greeted you silently with a nod, and collectively opened the large double doors to the ball. Once you had stepped inside, you walked down a corridor with high ceilings and expensive looking paintings on the walls. A velvet red carpet covering the marble floor had been rolled out, and once you were at the end two more guards opened the door into what you guessed was the main ballroom.

An orchestra played atop a stage in the center of the room, and people everywhere were dressed in their finest clothing of an assortment of colors. Trying to spot Haytham in the large sea of people, you waltzed over to the bar and a waiter offered you a glass of champagne. You happily accepted as you leaned against the table top, and grabbed the clear glass and took a sip of the bubbling liquid. Lazily sipping on your drink as to not get drunk, all sorts of noble men and women leaned beside you to grab a glass of wine or something stronger. It had been a good half hour since you got here with no sign of Haytham or the target, sighing at your own impatience.

"Lovely party, isn't it?"

Someone spoke from right beside you in your ear, and you gasped and jumped in your spot as your hand raised to cover your racing heart. Haytham only chuckled at your scare, once you realized it was him you glared playfully and punched his shoulder. "It's not funny, Kenway." You fake pouted, trying to be serious but failing as a smile cracked through and appeared on your face. "I thought it was." He simply commented, before reaching behind you to grab a glass of wine. You raised your eyebrows at him, and he chuckled again and took a sip of his drink and set it back down on the bar. You set your glass down on the bar as well, nodding your head toward the direction of the dance floor before taking his elbow and leading him away. "Come on, we aren't here to drink. Have you found the target?" You spoke under your breath but loud enough for him to hear, smiling as random people looked at the both of you so you wouldn't raise suspicion. "Not yet." He informed you and you placed your free hand on his elbow, locking him in place so he couldn't rush away if he wanted to.

"Eagle Vision." You reminded him playfully, before he squinted and glanced around while you placed your head momentarily on his shoulder. You were both still walking around, weaving your way through the sea of people and not really having a destination of where you were walking. Haytham barely gave the ghost of a smile, secretly liking the affection you were giving him, even if it was for show. Returning his attention to eagle vision, he looked around for a few more seconds before you felt him tense up a bit. You obviously took that as a sign that he found him, and you lifted your head off his shoulder and looked in the direction he was looking. "Got him." He simply said, before nodding at an expensively dressed man leaning against a column and talking to some important looking people. Haytham led you a bit closer before you both separated, you quickly whispering a 'be careful' to him before softly pushing him away. and sashayed away from Haytham. You turned your attention to the man, taking a deep breath in before plastering a fake smile upon your lips. He was an older man, with gray hair and a beer belly that was covered in a vest with buttons that looked like they were going to pop if they were strained any more. He had a bit of scruff, and it took everything in you not to gag as you approached him.