Heh, this has become my new second OTP.
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He saw her, shivering, hands over the fire. She was beautiful.
She was also his target.
He didn't like the thought of killing her. He didn't want to. But he had his orders.
He remembered when he had first met her.
He was hunting in the forest. It had become a recent hobby for him, as well as a way to earn some extra cash.
He had his sights on a beautiful elk whose antlers would fetch a hefty price back in the colonies. He took aim and was about to shoot, when a slender woman poked out from between the trees, and without making a sound she swooped in and ended the elk's life.
Angry, Caleb stormed from the safety of the trees.
"Hey!" he shouted. She looked up from skinning the animal. She wiped her hand across her tanned face, presumable to scratch an itch, but only smeared blood on her cheek.
"Were you hunting this elk as well?" she said, looking down at it. "Forgive me, I hadn't realized I wasn't alone here."
He looked at her expressionless face, and for some reason, he couldn't stay angry.
"It's fine," he said gruffly, "I can find another, I'm sure."
"If you wish, you may take the antlers. I'm sure I have no use for them." It was a gesture of peace and good intentions. He had no right to refuse, and he took the antlers as she removed them.
A few months after they had parted ways, they met again in New York.
He approached her, and she smiled as he did. She remembered him, by some miraculous feat. They exchanged addresses for writing purposes, and parted ways again.
They met a third time, and this time they stayed together. He courted her for a few months, before she discovered he was an Assassin. He came home to her one day, throwing various things about their dwelling, swearing angrily in her native tongue.
"You are an assassin! You never told me!" she hissed, smashing a plate on the ground.
"Alsoomse, calm down!"
"Calm down? Calm down!?"
She leaped forward, stopping her knife just an inch before it cut his throat open. She glared at him, and he stared apologetically back, neither saying a word. She lifted the knife from his neck and turned from him. She leaned on the table with one hand and covered her face with the other.
"Just go."
"Alsoomse-"
"GO, before I regret sparing your life."
It had been almost a year since they had seen one another. He had heard word of her presence in various areas, but to confront her would be to forfeit his life.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Gerhard, a well known German Templar. Gerhard noticed Alsoomse, and immediately moved towards her. He flicked his wrist, revealing his blade.
It was then Caleb realized Gerhard had been sent to kill her.
Thinking quickly, he slipped into a group of civilians walking by and moved in closer. Just as Gerhard was reaching for Alsoomse, Caleb leaped out and shoved his bayonette into the chest of her assailant. She whipped around, braids flying, and growled at him. Another onlooker, who wore a long green robe, carried a cane, and was undoubtedly another Templar, rushed in, poised to stab the both of them, but Caleb shot him before he got too close.
Caleb grabbed Alsoomse's hand and ran as fast as he could.
Once safely inside of the beached ship, Alsoomse grabbed his collar, ripped his hat from his head, and kissed him hard.
The Brotherhood was not going to like this.
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