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

Chapter 3

      "Are you sure you know where to go, darling?" (Y/n)'s mother asked worriedly as she followed her daughter to the door, "We can send a carriage for you if you'd like." (Y/n) sighed softly and looked back at her mother with a reassuring smile.

     "I'm sure, mother. The café isn't too far from here, and I've passed it on at least multiple occasions during my strolls. Master Starrick will be there so he'll be sure I get there on time and safely." She said.

     "And how about a carriage back?" Her mother asked.

     "I don't need a carriage back. I was going to go have a walk around the City of London right after to see if there are any shops of interest for me." (Y/n) sighed softly when her mother gave her that look she knew all too well, "Mother, I'll be fine. I'm 19 for goodness sake, I can handle things on my own." She said before adding bitterly, "And I want to enjoy what freedom I have before I become a prisoner in my own marriage."

     "Oh stop that." Her mother said while gently slapping her daughter's arm, "You will still be able to do things even during your marriage." Her daughter gave her a look, "Well, not as many things but still."

     "Mother," She sighed, "You barely do things on your own without father by your side 24/7. Did you even get to do anything before marrying him?"

      "Well of course. Your grandparents were a bit strict about what I could do and it took me a bit of time to convince your father to give you the space you need before the wedding when he insisted you practice your vows and duties instead." Her mother sighed softly and took (Y/n)'s hands in hers, "I just want you to be safe and happy at least. I know being part of the Order with this whole arrangement with the marriage isn't to your liking but that's just how life is." (Y/n) made a slight face that was mixed with a pout as she looked to the side. Her mother placed a hand on her cheek and tilted her face to look at her, "Please, (Y/n), enjoy your life here with us while you still can. Because once we hand you off to Master Starrick, you won't see us as much anymore. Alright, doll?" She asked softly, (Y/n) stared at her mother before nodding.

      "Yes, of course, mother." She said as her mother smiled softly and leaned over to peck her cheek.

      "Alright, be safe and don't be out for too long." She said softly as (Y/n) nodded before pulling the veil of her hat over her face and leaving. A soft sigh leaves her lips as she began to walk to the café she was supposed to meet Starrick at. Her mother gave her mixed feelings towards her. Most of the time, she would side with her father and urge her to follow the traditions and the Order. But sometimes, like not too long ago, she showed the motherly side that other mothers of their class and age never showed. It made her wonder if the woman sympathized with her since her mother was in an arranged marriage as well with her father. She shook her head and continued on her way, brushing the thought to the side as she walked into the café. (Y/n) looked around before spotting Starrick sitting at a table in the far back so they could have some privacy, she bit her cheek as she walked over to the table, stopping next to the table with her hands clasped in front of her.

      "Master Starrick," She greeted as the Grand Master stood and took her hand to place a peck on the back of it.

      "Miss (L/n), and please, call me Crawford when we're together," He said, "We are engaged after all." (Y/n) nodded with a soft smile.

      "Of course, my apologies, Crawford." She said before they sat down across from another, "And you can call me (Y/n) if you please." Starrick nodded as he ordered tea for them both along with some biscuits. A few minutes pass and their tea and biscuits arrive, (Y/n) picked up her tea cup and raises it up to sip it under her veil.

     "You can lift your veil, (Y/n)." Starrick said as his cold blue eyes stared at the veil, she was about to protest that they were in a public and open area before Starrick had gestured one or two Blighters to stand by both her sides so she's put of view. (Y/n) bit her lip softly, setting her tea down so she could pull the veil up and onto her hat.

     "Thank you, Crawford." She murmured softly while sipping her tea as the man nodded. The young woman has heard stories about this man and from what she heard, he sounded like he was a manipulative snake who only cares about himself, not too surprising for a Templar and a Grand Master at that. But he was nice—surprisingly. Silence hung in the air between them besides the chatter from other patrons in the background, making (Y/n) bite her cheek softly as she felt awkward. Her eyes glanced at Crawford as he sat and read the newspaper that he had with him. He didn't seem very interested in her and she felt her shoulders slump rather disappointingly, (Y/n) had a feeling that this is what their married life might be like. Him ignoring her as she sat idly while twiddling her thumbs, waiting patiently to be told to do something like an obedient wife. "So, uhm, Crawford?" She spoke up, making his eyes glance up front the paper to her, she pursed her lips as she glanced down, hands clasped together on the table, "What do you think our married life would be like?" She asked.

     "Hm, well, I have my own duties as the Grand Master so I will be mostly working with meetings, paperwork, and traveling." Starrick answered, "I'll mostly likely be away from home for a few days to a week. You'll most likely be at home doing your duties as my wife." She bit her lip, she had a feeling he would say that.

     "Sooo," She hummed, "I won't be taking an part in the Order as well?"

     "Besides attending parties with me and bearing my heir in some point in the future, than yes." He answered nonchalantly, "Once you start living with me in some months from now, there will be very few times you would leave the household without me by your side."

     'So I'll be a prisoner...' (Y/n) thought to herself, feeling rather bummed out about this marriage even more now, "Will we be able to go anywhere fun when you're home?" She asked.

     "Hardly," He answered simply as he flipped to the next page of his paper, making her frown.

     'So I'm going to live a boring life after all. Just sit and look pretty for my husband all my life. That's unfortunate.' She nodded and sipped more of her tea, "I see..." And the rest of their time together was left with her sitting there in boredom and sipping her tea for an hour and a half. Once it was time to part ways, Starrick walked her out of the café before pulling away with a bow and peck to her hand.

     "I'll be seeing you in a few days time." He said as she nodded, her veil down. He looked around and noticed she didn't have a carriage waiting for her like him, "Would you like me to call a carriage for your ride back?" (Y/n) shook her head and smiled a bit.

     "No, I was planning to head into the shopping district to shop a bit. I'll call a carriage once I'm done." She answered, "But thank you." Starrick nodded before stepping into his carriage before it drove away. (Y/n) watched as it disappeared down the street's and sighed softly while looking down at the sidewalk, thinking back to how boring their get together was before shaking her head and walking to the City of London. It was about 4 in the afternoon since (Y/n) was having her outing with Starrick at 2-3. She walked down the streets and looked through various shop windows, as she passed the different shops. Seeing nothing of interest, she sees how close to the Whitechapel borough she was and bit her lip softly in deep thought. (Y/n) knew her parents have forbidden her from going there alone, and that it was very dangerous there with the Brotherhood and whatnot.

     One side of her brain told her, But who would suspect her of being a Templar? She wasn't dressed like one and they have only been in London for not even a week so they couldn't possibly know about her affiliations with the Order. While the other and more logical side of her brain said that there are eyes everywhere. Even if she doesn't run into an Assassin, there were the thieves and murderers she would have to run from. But that logical side came in a soft whisper so she paid no mind to it and began to walk into the borough.