We reached the hideout at sunset it was like coming home again, suddenly France wasn't so far away there were several mercenaire fighting and apprentice assassins, "Building a small army I see." I turned to Ezio to find he had gone, I shrugged and walked towards a tall, slim, man, with ornate robes

"Bonjour monsieur I am Aigle from France, I have come to aid your cause here in Roma now that balance has been restored to our great nation. I want to bring that balance to Italia."

"Va Bene, I am Niccoló Machiavelli, advisor to the Assassin Brotherhood here in Roma. I'm glad we have allies in France with such power."

"Oui, it is a magnificent advantage to the brotherhood. I can send word for more forces if the opportunity arises."

"Though I do not think that we will be needing them, the offer is most welcome." Machiavelli commented.

"Merci, where may I find Ezio?" I innocently asked.

"His quarters are in the attic of the building, you'll have to climb to get there, he likes the solitude."

"Grazia." I bowed and left the arena area.

Climbing the building was no problem, to an apprentice assassin it would prove difficult but to a trained assassino, this was just any other climb. There was a beam right below the window, as I pulled myself up I heard Ezio pacing around the room. I was as silent as a soaring eagle. I crept towards the window and knocked warily. I knelt next to the window waiting, moments later Ezio opened the shutters to the windows. His smile was soft, his hood was lowered so I could see the entirety of his face, he was more handsome then the stories gave him credit for, he held out his hand as I stood on the beam. I walked towards the window and took his hand, it was rough but gentle covered in scars, blisters, calluses, and scrapes. He pulled me towards him. I laughed, "Do you make it a point to be a womanizer monsieur Ezio?" I buried my face in his shirt. With all his armour off, I could see the contours of his muscles. Ezio smiled at my comment and lowered my hood, underneath he saw my flaming orange hair pulled back into a loose braid, my bright blue-green eyes and angular face, he seemed to be studying every angle of my face, I closed my eyes as his hands cupped my face. I placed my hand on top of his, as if to reassure him. He pulled me closer to him just as we were about to kiss, the alarm was raised and we scrambled to put our armour on.

Ezio turned to me and shouted, "Leave! I'll be right behind you!"

"Ezio." I looked at him knowingly, he nodded and smiled, "The alleyway next to the duomo."

He shook his head in reassurance

I stood up on the beam, "Au Revoir." and lept into the cart below.

Escaping the guild building was easier than I thought, once I slipped out of the cart all I had to do was sprint away from the building. Once I got away I wandered the streets of Roma and began thinking, mainly about Ezio. I had a contract to uphold, and fucking the bigshot mentor in Europe would not help. My father was planning on having me wed a promising assassin, but he was as dull as a brick, and Ezio, mon dieu he was beautiful, controlled, brilliant, and actually had a personality. Thinking of him made my stomach churn, never had a man grabbed my attention like he had.

I wandered until I reached the duomo, I whistled for Ezio, and waited for a response or for him to emerge. Minutes passed when I heard the clinking of roof tiles, a man grunting, and seconds of silence in which I unsheathed my blades for good measure, the figure landed at the end of the alley, I squared up to him before realizing it was Ezio. My blades sheathed, I met him and he pulled me into a strong and passionate kiss, I pulled away, "Ezio! We cant!" I persisted , as much as I wanted to I couldn't. Ezio's eyes stared intently at mine, I recoiled from his touch.

"Signorina per favore, why do you resist?" Ezio pleaded.

"Putain de merde!" I spat, and sprinted away.

Once I finally lost Ezio, I gasped heavily and whispered abuse to myself, "Tu es con, Vous êtes stupide, merde embulante, Fils de salope Aigle." I closed my eyes but his pained expression was burned into my mind. All I could think of was the man I was betrothed to in France, I hated the man, he was vile, and dirty. He may be an assassin, but he acted like a fool. I found myself crouched on the ground sobbing, when I heard footsteps stopping in front of me, I looked up from under my hood to see Ezio standing before me holding out his hand. I scowled at it through my tears, he shrugged and sat down next to me.

"What is it Aigle?" he innocently questioned, "And spare me the curses."

I wiped my eyes and faced him, "It's just that I'm to be married to this promising apprentice in the brotherhood back in France once I return from Roma."

"But." Ezio egged on

"But, he his a dull but vile man, he has no respect for me, nor any other woman, his anger gets thee better of him as well, he doesn't think before he kills, he just attacks. I cannot stand the man. But my father thinks that it will strengthen the order. But to be romanced by another, the rage that would come from my betrothed and my father." I began to cry again, Ezio pulled me close and I placed my head on his shoulder.

"Who is the mentore in Paris?" He asked softly.

"We do not have one, I'm the closest to having mentore status, but my fathers leads the assassin order as of now."

Ezio broke his gaze with me and stared at the ground. "What if you told him of a union between our two orders?"

"What do you mean?" my heart leapt at the thought of getting out of this engagement.

"Write you're father, tell him that I desire a formal allegiance with the assassins in France, and I requested your hand in marriage, that way you are safe." he squeezed my shoulders in comfort and then stood up.

I followed his actions, then threw myself at him in a hug, I began sobbing again out of happiness I pulled away, stared into Ezio's kind eyes, and smiled at him. This was the happiest I had been since I came to Roma two months ago. I pulled Ezio into a kiss, I wrapped my arms tighter around his shoulders and his embraced my waist. I depend the kiss inhaling sharply at the new level of arousal I was feeling. I had kissed my betrothed before and I had never felt this way before, I broke the kiss, "We need to find somewhere more private." I panted before our lips rejoined.