Paris
1st of July, 1794
Dear Arno,
I pray you never receive this letter, because it means I am dead.
Do not despair, for I know that we shall see each other again in another life. Perhaps that life shall not be so cruel.
If I am to die before my father can be avenged, I ask that you avenge him, not me. However, if someone happened to kill both me and my father, I suppose you could kill two birds with one stone, if you're feeling up to it.
I also ask that you remember me. Enjoy your life, Arno. But do not forget the love we once shared.
Remember years ago, our life in Versailles? We were so young then. I often imagine a future where we live in that old house, away from Templars and Assassins alike. Our children, Francois, eight years of age, and Emily, six years of age, would never have to bear the weight of killing. We would walk through the gardens, hand in hand, and you would stop to pick a rose for me. Our life would be a dream come true.
I often fear for the likelihood that this future will be just that: A dream.
No matter what happens, remember that I will always love you.
I will always be your,
Elise.