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

Chapter 4

      (Y/n) noticed that as she walked, the wealthy and extravagant buildings faded out of view with old and worn down buildings replacing them as she walked into Whitechapel. Stone roads becoming dirt ones as wealthy aristocrats became beggars. (Y/n) bit her lip as she realized how easy she has it with such a comfortable life while the lower class have to fight for their own survival. Very few people like her walked down the streets, their steps rather faster than hers as to avoid being mugged, and she began to wonder if she should be walking at a faster pace as well. She also noticed that there were more people clad in green rather than red, where she learned earlier on that they were called the Rooks. Their leader was said to be ruthless and highly dangerous. Then something clicked in her head, remembering the man who had saved her from being trampled by a carriage.

     'His name was Jacob Fyre...' Her eyes widened slightly as she knew she heard that name before when he told her. (Y/n) remembered Starrick talking to one of his business partners about a pair of Assassins, called the Frye twins, and how they were reclaiming district by district from the Templar's grasp. He described how much of a threat they were to the Order and her throat went dry for a moment. 'Does he know that I'm a Templar? Has he known all along? Did he save me just so he could kill me himself? No he could've left me to die at that point. It's been at least a day so he's probably gathered information about me already--' Her eyes widened as she stopped walking, 'Oh shit, I'm in Frye territory right now.' She began to internally panic as she looked around, she hadn't gone through Whitechapel before so she had no clue how to be back. (Y/n) noticed how fires and candles were being lit, the flames brighter and she realized that the sun was starting to set. It's about supper soon and she was so far from the Strand now.

     "I have to get home." She murmured before hastily walking through the streets, her panicked (e/c) irises piercing through her thick veil in hopes of seeing something at least the smallest bit familiar so she knows she's heading in the right direction. It was getting slowly harder to see through her veil as the sun set more. (Y/n) clicked her tongue and lifted her veil up a bit as she sped walked through an alleyway, "Please let this be a shortcut..." She pleaded under her breath but was met with a dead end, "Damn it...!" She whined softly.

     "You look lost, miss." A voice said, making her jump slightly and immediately let her veil fall over her face. (Y/n) slowly turned around, and since it was a bit harder to see through her veil, she could still tell how there were three figures standing five feet away from her. No hint of green nor red on their tattered clothes and the sound of the voice along with the snickers didn't sound too friendly.

     "Do I?" She asked, trying to play dumb as she backed up slowly when they began to slowly walk over to her, "I-I don't think I'm lost." She couldn't hold the shakiness in her voice and it was evident how slightly frightened she was, the voices snicker.

     "We can escort you out of Whitechapel, at a price though." One voice said.

     "I don't have any money on me." She lied.

     "A lass dressed like you with no money?" He asked as she swallowed dryly.

     "I-I was out on a stroll." She said. The voices murmur amongst one another before they began to walk closer and she backed up more before her back bumped into the wall.

      "Well, if it's money you don't 'ave, then you could offer something else." One voice said, a sinister smirk heard in his voice and she felt her blood run cold.

     "Please leave me alone, I can find my way back on my own." She said in a somewhat pleading voice as they got closer. They ignored her and stepped close to her, she bit her lip and immediately tried to run for it before a rough hand grabbed her arm and yanked her back just as roughly, making her yelp and struggle in the person's hold, "St-Stop! Let me go!" The man hooked his arms under hers to restrain her.