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The Nameless Assassin had walked a long, long time, when Paris finally came into view.
She sighed.
Finally.
Having no horse was extremely tiresome. She had not owned a horse since his death. At that point, she had given up everything she had owned before. All she had kept were her clothes, her weapons and a small cross pendant, a little trinket that once was his. She did not really need a horse anyway. She entered the city and looked around.
It was incredibly crowded. No surprise. It was always crowded in Paris.
Yet, no one even touched her. The aura she radiated, that fear, made sure nobody even dared touch her cloak.
She knew she was feared. She enjoyed it. It was part of her identity. She also knew that the moment she set foot in Paris, she was being watched.
There was a price on her head. A large one.
Some two hundred livres or so.
There was the huge chance that someone would try to kill her. Just to collect the money.
The Cardinal wanted her head, on a plate. Whether or not that was serious.
It probably was.
The Nameless Assassin was almost entirely dressed in black. Black jacket, black pants, black boots, black cloak and a black hat with a black feather.
The only things in different colours were her shirt, which was white linen, the belts wrapped around her waist and chest, made out of dark brown leather, the weapons she carried and her hair.
As an albino, she had short, messy, snow-white hair, which she carefully kept hidden under her hat and collar. It quite stood out, after all.
She was all alone. Everyone she once had, she had lost. She had lost her father, her mother, her brother and her sister, her brother-in-law and her lover. They were all dead.
And every single one of them had died under most unpleasant circumstances.
Their deaths had made her into what she was today: the best assassin in all of Europe.
She did have a name, though. For as far as she knew, there were only two people left in the world who knew it. Herself and the woman who once killed her lover.
She was Emmanuelle Sannomme, Countess du Marchy-sur-Seine.
She laid her hand on her chest and felt the cross she wore under her clothes. It was made out of silver, with a small black onyx stone in the middle. It was his; it was all she had left of him.
A man watched her from the shadows. When he saw her white peaks, he smiled.
Emmanuelle noticed an old man sitting outside a tavern. The man was doing nothing besides sitting in the sun and drinking.
She walked towards him and blocked his sun.
The old man looked up. 'Can I help you?' he asked.
'You know who I am, old man?' the assassin asked with a low, coarse voice.
The old man looked at her, slightly pensive. He glanced aside to a wanted poster.
It read, 'Wanted, dead or alive: the Nameless Assassin, two hundred livres. Report to the Red Guards or the King's Musketeers immediately if seen.'
The man in the shadows knew the old man. He knew who he was and where he lived.
He then turned around and ran away, silently, unnoticed. He thought.
Emmanuelle glanced at him.
That man was probably going to the Cardinal. Oh, well….
The old man looked back at the assassin in front of him and paled.
'That's right,' she grinned. 'That's me. Don't scream. If you scream, you're dead. Got it?'
The man nodded frightened.
'What's your name, old man?'
'Jean-Luc Pequar,' the old man whispered.
'Well, Jean-Luc, you're going to be of use to me today,' the Nameless Assassin said calmly.
'H-how…?' Jean-Luc asked softly.
'I won't be in Paris for a long time, but people will try to contact me. You will be my contact point.'
'Your… contact point?' the old man asked hesitantly.
'Yes. It's that or I will butcher you and your entire family.'
The old man turned as white as a sheet.
'However, if you do as I say, you will be well-paid.'
'P-paid?' Jean-Luc asked.
'Two gold coins and the lives of you and your family. Good enough?'
The old man nodded trembling.
'Good.'
'S-so what will you have me do?' Jean-Luc asked.
'You're going to sit right there all day. People will come here and ask for me,' the assassin said.
'And then what?'
'Then you ask them why they want to talk to me. If they say they are sent by someone high in power, you ask them who. Only if they can't tell you, then you tell them where I am,' Emmanuelle said. 'Understood?'
'I don't understand why I should only tell them when they can't say who sent them,' Jean-Luc said.
'If they can't say, that means they either want to kill me or will be killed when they say it,' the assassin said calmly.
'You want me to send someone who wants to kill you?' the old man asked surprised.
'Yes. They won't succeed anyway,' Emmanuelle said dryly. 'I'll be in the tavern.'
She walked past him, down the stairs, and entered the tavern.
'What can I get you, sir?' a barmaid asked, oblivious to the fact that the person in front of her was actually a woman.
Who could blame her? It was barely noticeable.
'A corner table and a good bottle of wine,' the Nameless Assassin said with her low, rough voice.
The young girl pointed to an empty table in a corner.
'Will that one do, sir?' she asked.
The assassin nodded and walked over to it. She sat down next to it and rested one arm on the back the chair. With her other hand, she pulled her hat down slightly, to shadow her face.
A few moments later, the barmaid put a bottle of wine and a glass on the table.
'There you go,' she said.
'Thanks,' Emmanuelle said and put some coins on the table.
The young girl smiled and took the money. Then she continued to serve the rest of her customers.
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