Duty and Will [Haytham Kenway Love Story]

You hated your father in silence. You added brick upon brick to the walls of a dark prison you were building for him in your heart. Every brick a reason to die...

..."And in light of this I have arranged for her to marry, Mr. Haytham Kenway. One of the Templar's finest..." Your father continued for a few moments, but you heard it only vaguely. Something about the Colonies.

You knew your face had shown your surprise. You looked up at your father, then schooled your expression to one you hoped was appropriate for the situation. Trying to play that you had known all along. You smiled, and it felt like your face had torn in half with the effort.