This is the second book in the Assassins at Dusk series by _Sibyline_, read Assassins at Dusk before reading this one!
THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR ASSASSINS AT DUSK IN THIS BOOK, IM WARNING YOU.
You. Have. Been. Warned.
This story has very little smut, m...
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How Sophie loved this memory, a sweet memory full of endless clouds and rocking seas. Young Amalia was draped along the ship's rail, watching the endless horizon with a sleepy smile on her face. A gentle hand brushed aside her hair, her father's calloused and rough hands gently rubbing her back. It was a massive ship, the Endeavor they called it. It used to be a merchant ship but was then pirated but some Carianan vigilantes. Allesandro turned out to be good friends with the captain, and easily got passage for Sophie and Alexios.
"You aren't feeling sick, are you Candessa?" Allesandro asked. Young Amalia shook her head, her eyes still fixated on the gentle blue of the horizon.
"No, papa, just enjoying the view." She said, her gentle, sweet voice having no traces of hoarseness from screams and crying. A voice from a time when things were simple, happy.
"You should see where we are heading!" Alexios's boyish voice called out from behind them, his arms full of maps. He laid them out on the deck, his sleepy sister lazily looking over and his uncle just smiling at his antics.
"They say that the Carianan sunrises are unlike any other, just like our night skies! They have even more palm trees than us, along with creatures we have never seen before! And coconuts!"
"Why are you so excited about coconuts?" Amalia blandly replied.
"Mom was talking about making coconut *torrone! We've never tried coconut before, or Ackee, or Jackfruit, or-"
"Jeez! What are we going to be doing the whole time, eating?!" Amalia snapped at her brother.
Alexios blinked at her, "You say that like its a bad thing."
Amalia groaned, thumping her head back against the railing. Allesandro chuckled, patting his daughter on her head.
"My contract is going to take very little time, so we will have plenty of time to eat and explore. I promised Maria we would all be back in two weeks' time." Allesandro explained.
Amalia leaned against her father's arm, "Where are we going to be staying? Are we going to be staying at Nyoka's house again? She tells the funniest stories!"
Allesandro shrugged, "I brought all of the camping stuff, actually, I thought I could teach you how to set up and break camp properly while we are here."
"What? Boooooo, let's stay with Nyoka! Her house is so cool!" Alexios complained, tugging on Allesandro's sleeve.
"Learning survival skills is just as important as the regular training, you two. What if you were stalking an enemy who was on the move? Or what if-"
"But Nyoka-"
"Nope. We are gonna camp, and we are gonna enjoy it." Allesandro objected, the children deflating.
Sophie smiled at the memory... but as she looked over her father, she felt so... hurt. She was angry that she couldn't ask her father to see Nyoka anymore, she was sad that she wasn't going to be able to feel his gentle hands brushing aside her hair. Sophie looked away as if she were an outsider looking through their eyes, knowing this was all of the memory she could truly remember. She tried to remember other parts of it before, each time turning up empty.
