I stared out the window already dressed and ready to make my move. Quietly, I stepped out of my window and jumped onto the closest tree next to me. Slowly, I got down from it and stepped into the fresh morning. The stables were nearing as I walked quickly towards them, expecting Rye to be waiting for me with my horse. Everything that I imagined was correct, except for one thing: It was Theo waiting for me.

"Where's Rye?" I asked him quietly.

"Rye is taking care of the rest of the horses. I offered to come and help you."

I nod and say," I trust you. Keep that in mind, my friend Theo."

"However it is rather evident you prefer Rye over myself."

I stepped into the left stirrup and mounted onto my horse, moving my legs so Theo could tighten the girth.

Shaking my head, I respond," There is no such thing in my heart as favoring Rye over you, Theo." I place my hands over his, feeling him tense beneath my hands and stop what he's doing." You both value the same to me. I'm grateful to have both of you, Theo."

He stares up at me with his dark brown eyes then looks away and nods. I tighten my hands around his once more before I canter off at a steady pace. I smile realizing that it's Alex having to play his part and acting upon his ancestor's feelings. I slow down to a collected trot as I enter the town. Busy as usual, I cautiously maneuver around the people. It's inevitable to not stop and look around at the town because every time you examine the place, you will always notice one new thing. After dismounting, I couldn't help but take in the beautiful town belonging to the colonial age.
"My kind lady," I held onto a random females arm," where can I find the Green Dragon Tavern?"

She smiled and said," Just around the corner, Madam Fentura."

She recognized me?

"Thank you," I said kindly. I quietly mounted my horse and trotted towards where she indicated. Turning the corner, I see the curving body of a dragon above a sign. I take my time tying my horse to the nearest post and soon after, try to blend in with the crowd while secretly looking for Haytham.

My father's horse is here. Could they already be inside?

I was wrong however when I saw a strongly built figure walk out of a hallway wearing blue and his lovely, trademark taco hat. Quickly, I positioned myself in his opposite direction and began walking, tilting my head down so he wouldn't recognize me beneath my usual wavy plate looking hat. I could suddenly feel our soldiers collide, my right side flinging back thanks to the collision.

"I'm sorry dear-"

Haytham stared at me as I raised my head and dusted my right shoulder off, pretending to grimace from the pain.

"Lady Fentura? I'm very sorry." He stutters and tilts his head in confusion." What are you doing here my dear?"

I smile innocently as I stare into his eyes."You are very aware that I worry about my father and his well being, Sir Kenway."

"Please, simply call me Haytham." He smiles and tips his hat towards me.

I laugh and step closer to him while placing my hands on his chest. "Please don't tell my father I'm "spying" on him." I emphasize that I'm joking when I say spying. Haytham understands what I mean and laughs.

"You have my word. I wont say a thing, Madam Fentura." He suddenly places his hands over mine, his warmth transferring to me. I hold in a gasp as I feel a chill run down my spine.

Yo, Caterina, not a time to let yourself fall apart.

I imitate him and say," Please, simply call me Caterina."

His smile broadens and I can feel his chest rise and fall as a chuckle escapes his mouth. I step back from him once his chuckle begins to die down. He still had a smile on his face, but a hint of curiosity began to wash over his face.

"I have to go, and I'm sure they're worried sick about you." I nudge my head towards the tavern when I say they're.

"They know I can very well handle myself."

"Good day, Sir Kenway." At that, I turn away from him and start walking. When I'm at a certain distance, I turn back and see him stepping slightly away from where I just left him.

"Sir Kenway!"

He immediately turns to look at me.

"I acknowledge and prefer men with good manners, such as yourself, Sir Kenway." I smile, a hint of flirtatiousness creeping across my lips.

"And I acknowledge women with intelligence and good manners, such as yourself, dear Madam Fentura. I would really enjoy seeing you again." He slightly closes the distance between us, making the conversation solely between he and myself again. "How about tonight, here, at the tavern right after sundown?"

I pretend to have to think about it for a while. I then smile and see relief cross over his face.

"I would love that very much Sir Kenway. I'm looking forward to our meeting tonight."

I smile again and walk off towards my horse, not allowing any more conversation. I mount and watch as Haytham glances towards my direction before he enters the brick building.