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I WUV YOU RACHEY PACHEY (elfable)
As the light peered through the mansion's thin white curtains, it shone onto Connor's face. He slowly opened his eyes but instantly shut them, the sun burning his tired eyes.
He sighed and sat up on his elbows, looking around the room. He was about to fall back and continue to sleep until he remembered that he was meant to meet Rose. He swung his legs off the bed and pulled his robe on quickly before practically leaping down the stairs.
Rose stood on the porch, her arms folded, quite annoyed. She sighed impatiently and tapped her foot. She turned around when she heard a noise from inside the mansion. She opened the door to see Connor lying at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at her.
Rose chuckled. "Fell?" she said, walking over and helping Connor to his feet.
"Yes." Connor answered, embarrassed.
Both walked back out into the porch, their shadows cast on the floor due to the high bright sun.
Just as they were about to begin their conversation, Achilles walked up to Rose with a letter in his hand, a grave look upon his face. Rose looked at him, concerned.
"It's from Haytham." Achilles sighed, handing over the letter to Rose.
Rose inhaled, taking the letter and nodding in appreciation. Achilles returned the nod and walked into the mansion.
Rose brushed her finger over the Templar marked oil seal, memories rushing to her mind.
Connor touched Rose's arm softly. "Don't stress, just read calmly."
Rose nodded quickly and looked back down at the letter. She slowly unfolded the parchment and read the handwritten letter.
Rose's facial expressions hardly changed as she read Haytham's letter, apart from the occasional jerk of her jaw. After finishing, Rose cleared her throat, trying to hide the pain she was in.
"I am going to New York for a few days Connor." Rose said with a stiff jaw.
Connor frowned. "I'll come with you." he said walking towards her.
Rose shook her head urgently. "No Connor, I must see Haytham on my own. You may be 'my pupil' but Haytham is clever, he will become suspicious and it will end badly. Please, take the time you have to work with your allies and get more information on Charles." she said, tucking the letter into her coat.
Connor sighed. "Be careful." he softly instructed her.
"I will, I always am." she grinned, planting a kiss on Connor's cheek. "Goodbye Connor."
Rose skipped down the stairs and turned at Connor, waving at him and blowing him a kiss. Connor waved back and smiled, watching as she mounted her horse and trotted off.
Connor sat in the basement of the mansion, flicking through the many documents of information of the Templar members. He memorized each detail one by one: William Johnson, Benjamin Church, Thomas Hickey, John Pitcairn, Charles Lee and finally his father.
When he had finished, he turned around and looked at the wall of Templar members. His eyes fixated on Haytham, hatred brewing as he looked at the portrait. He was so tempted to rip it down, but he know he was only allowed to do that when he was dead. He sat back in his chair and sighed, worrying about Rose.
Haytham sat patiently in his rented room in New York, taking a sip of his wine as he waited patiently. He swirled the red wine with his finger, clearing the sediment from the top. He winced as he licked his teeth of the foul tasting wine. He set the wine down to his side, deciding whether or not he should continue to drink it.
Suddenly there came a light knock from behind the oak door. Haytham smiled, the knew that knock all too well.
Rose entered quietly, smiling weakly at him.
"Rose, how are you?" Haytham asked, gesturing to the chair next to him.
Rose sat down. "I could be better." she sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry about your wrist-" he apologized, but Rose cut him off.
"It's not about that." she said, rubbing her wrist.
Haytham frowned, if not that then what?
"I have work to be done Haytham, I cannot stay for long." Rose said, picking up his wine glass and taking a sip.
He watched her drink his wine with a quirk of his eyebrow. "This is about Connor, isn't it?" he said, staring at her.
Rose swallowed the wine.
Bollocks, she thought. He knows.
"You're not training him, are you?" Haytham asked harshly, his eyes slowly filling with hatred.
"W-well...not exactly." she stammered. She had never feared Haytham before, but now Connor was involved, she dreaded what he might do.
Haytham growled. "Don't lie to me, Rose." He grabbed her previously broken wrist, squeezing harder and harder.
Rose screamed, her maroon mark throbbing with pain. "I'm not! Please, stop!" She tried to prise his hand from her wrist, but his grip was too strong.
Haytham snarled. "You'd better not be." He removed his hand from her wrist, leaving a dark red hand print.
He looked back at Rose, her eyes filled with tears of pain.
Rose stood up, her face contorting.
"I'm leaving. Connor has training to be fulfilled." she said, turning to the door.
Haytham jumped up, grabbed Rose by the throat, and restrained her against the tavern walls.
"If you are lying to me Rose, I swear I will make sure you are taken care of, personally." he said, glaring at her green eyes.
Rose struggled. "I'm not!" She finally broke from Haytham's restraint, combing her hair back with her fingers.
"Leave me." he commanded, dismissing her from his room.
Rose's growled, but left silently.
Haytham sighed, he almost felt bad he did that, but he was also right to do it. He sat back in his chair, muttering angrily to himself. He finally picked up his wine, downing at all in one mouthful.
All that glitters, is not gold.
