The Boring Life of High Society {Jacob Frye x Reader}

Chapter 2

      The next few days have rolled around, (Y/n) and her family at the estate home they had purchased in London and the young woman was to stay with her parents until she was a few months away from the wedding that she would have to live with her fiancé. So until then, (Y/n) had free reign to do anything and go anywhere as she pleased, just as long she kept her face hidden from the public eye when she's going out and stays true to the Order and engagement. Today was no different as she decided to get out of the house for a little bit after being cooped up there for a few days. She called one of the maids up to help her with her corset, slipping the contraption on and holding onto the wooden frame of her bed before the maid began to tighten the laces. No matter how many times (Y/n) has done this, it never failed to take her by surprise whenever the short but hard tug of the strings made her gasp softly and her breaths cut short for a second. Once she felt like she could barely breathe anymore, the maid tied the laces and helped her with her dress. She then set a wide rimmed and decorated hat up on her head with a thick veil that went down all around the rim of it. The lace of the veil thick as to hide her face from the eyes of the people but still be able to see through so the outline of her face shape is seen and for her vision as well.

      "Would you like me to get someone to walk with you for protection, Miss?" The maid asked softly as (Y/n) shook her head.

      "No, I'll be fine. But do tell my father and mother to expect me home before supper." She informed as the maid nodded and walked off. (Y/n) left her home and walked down the streets, for once, the weather was nice as people were also out to enjoy the rare sunny weather that London brought. She ignored the strange looks she got because of her veil and let out a sigh, there were days where she wished she didn't have to cover her face because of a ridiculous family tradition. (Y/n) and her family had settled down in the Strand like all the wealthy aristocrats in London had, her family had strictly forbidden her from going to Whitchapel unless she had a Blighter escort since she heard about the thievery and murders that happen there. Also because that the Assassins, the enemies of the Templars for centuries, had taken over. (Y/n) still had yet to meet an assassin and she wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if she met one that was sent to kill her because of her affiliation with the Templars. It wasn't like she chose to become a Templar, it was more like she had no choice but to be born into it and since her parents had only planned of having one child in hopes of a boy, she supposed this was the only thing she could do best for them. The young woman never really had any friends in her childhood, she had a few but they like many others grew distant. As she grew up, (Y/n) wasn't allowed to befriend any boys as her parents feared that she would fall in love with someone who isn't part of the Order or is in a lower class than them. Which she didn't like very much because her parents basically isolated her from society just so she could focus on her studies.

     (Y/n) was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't realize that as she was crossing the street, a carriage at full speed was barreling down in her direction. It didn't register until she heard shouts and screams for her to move out of the way and the loud whinnying of the horses and the moment her eyes looked up, they widened as she stood frozen and paralyzed with fear at the sudden event. Time seemed to slow down as the carriage got closer at an alarming rate before coming back to real time when she felt arms wrap securely around her waist to pull her out of the way quickly, "Watch out!" The voice shouted as she's held firmly against the person and the carriage barreled past her, centimeters from her body, before swerving around the corner and barreling down the next street. (Y/n) didn't even realize that she was holding her breath as her wide eyes gawked after the thing that would've been her certain death, she then let out a shaky breath she then felt the broad chest panting heavily against her shoulder before the person who saved her moved her so they could look at her, large and rough hands on her arms.