Sweet Sorrow

by Narweth

They met and instantly fell in love. Seems quite like a typical love story, you would say. But what happens if I tell you he was the famous Assassin taking over London, and she was the daughter of the Grand Master of the Templar Order who ruled over the same city? And what will happen when they both discover their real identities? An ideological struggle or a Romeo and Juliet story

1. Prologue

Prologue

It all began in a blur of motions. A fine combination of red and black swirling around in what looked like an aesthetically pleasing dance, moving in sync to the clinking of a blade meeting another and causing havoc in a dim lit Victorian office in the middle of the night. And yet his mission was quite rudimentary, Jacob recalled, while crouched on a wooden plank, gazing thoughtfully at the smoke emanating from the engine-room ventilators of the boats sailing on the Thames. He just had to retrieve some documents for Karl Marx that proved the workers were underpaid and that child labour was happening in a cotton factory in Southwark. Those documents were located in an office in a Templar stronghold along the quays in the Westminster district. Jacob, as a trained Assassin, had of course not encountered any problem while eliminating every one of the Blighters and Templars in the building but it started to get tough when he sneaked into the office where the documents allegedly were. And the reason for this was that she was there.

The young Assassin was staring at the smoke which, while rising, obstructed the air and blocked him from the sight of the Big Ben, right across the river. The Assassin sighed and looked down at his hand gripping a silver pendant before closing it on the necklace again. That strange feeling of emptiness that took hold of him whenever he was thinking of her occurred again and he frowned.
Evie was right, he thought, I was so stupid to believe in her, to think I could change her for the better. Actually, he realized, she was the one who changed me. He scoffed, grasping how melodramatic he had become, like one of those Shakespearian characters she adored so much - a melancholic smile appearing on his face against his will.

Shaking his head, he decided to think of something else - to distract himself. Tomorrow, he was going to liberate London from the hold of the Templars, to free the people from their hard labor, to stop the children from working and the poor from the exploitative workhouses - he was going to assassinate Crawford Starrick. That was the right thing to do. Then, why was he feeling so conflicted in doing so? His mind knew that was the right thing to do, but his heart…. His heart felt different and was elsewhere.

This is with great joy that I am publishing my first ever fanfiction on this website! This story has been on my mind since I have discovered Syndicate and I have since then started developing a huuuuge crush on Jacob (please bear with me!). Please note that I am not an English native speaker(French here!) so I do apologize in advance for any mistakes you may find. By the way, do not hesitate to correct me if you find some, I wish to improve myself!
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassins Creed Syndicate though I wish I did. I only own this story and my character Helaya.