December 31st (5 days)
-Dear sister,
Your carefully planning is already greatly missed. I have prowled the city in search for answers since you have gone. Sorry I have not sat down to write since, Tracking down these damned bloody Templars was proving more difficult than I had previously thought.
Finding Louis James Alfred Lefébure-Wély, was springily easy after I asked the hotel staff. He plays the piano and was having a concert earlier this evening. He is now dead, as well as the 2 council members here. My knife still cuts true, Remind Greenie of that would you sister. Both of the council members where caught scheming with Louis James right before i cut them all down.
This letter shall most certainly not reach you for a while and for that we will be in the new year. Happy new year my sweet sister. the year is now 1870 and I dearly hope you heal quickly.
Best wishes
-Jacob Frye
January 3rd (8 days)
-Dear sister,
I hope your trip across the continent is lovely, there is still snow here in London, not nearly as much snow as there was in France however the warmth seems to be returning although there is ice nearly every where. I nearly slipped at the station getting home. The Rooks are glad to see me home, Clara was sitting at the London station waiting for me, I seen her check your watch several times before she saw me. She is growing more and more every day. I plan on starting to train initiates and bring more recruits to London. Evie, I think Clara will be a prime candidate.
The train is not the same without you. I have yet to return to your flat, I feel it will remind me to much of you and I do not believe I can yet bare that. The Rooks notice I am not the same. I will shortly announce you alive and let them know you have been in India. They will understand... I hope.
There are several letter here from her Majesty. She wishes to continue morning tea in the gardens, although with me it seems. I dearly hope she does not have me run errands for her the way she did you.
With love
-Jacob Fyre
January 8th (13 days)
Sister,
Clara Has not taken the news well. She hit me, ran away and climbed up a tree. I of course found her and explained everything, and truly Evie I mean everything about the brotherhood, the council and the assassins, she was of course mad but intrigued, she wants to know more and learn more and join me. Thank the lord above. it went much smoother than I had anticipated.
My dearest sister Evie how has it only been 13 days since your travels began? surely you have yet to even get one of my letters. And 13 days on a train must me driving you mad, especially with your only company being that of Greenie. Hopefully the Indian Rail company is treating you both well, surely you much better. I long fully await correspondence from you. I have told some of the rooks about the happenings and your trip to India. Some invited me out to drink and celebrate your health, I declined and continued to plan and work.
Yes Evie, you have finally rubbed off on me. If I am to start training initiates and other assassins I will surely need a plan. I have also written to the council for approval and training material. They have written back and answered my call. They are sending another assassin my way to help with training. I do hope they send not dear old Georgey. Poor fellow will be sad to see how far we have come after he told us not to come. Imagine the shock on his face when he see's me the leader of a gang!
Love sincerely
-Jacob Frye
There is a knock on The train car and a bundle of letters is slipped beneath,
"Mail arrived from India this monrin!" Agnes's voice rings from the closed door.
Jacob is half asleep when he hears the knock but as soon as he hears the words mail and India he is up quicker than when Evie would bring fresh muffins. Before his feet there is a small bundle of the letters wrapped in a decorative blue string. Rather than cut it open with his hidden blade he takes his time and unties the pretty rope and gently tucks it in his trouser pocket. Lifting the first letter to his face it smells faintly of cinnamon and something strongly familiar, he cant but his finger on it however.
February ?
Jacob, my dearest brother
I have arrived in India with Henry, although our arrival was announced, Henry or rather Jayadeep Mir was not welcomed as warmly as he though he may be. See Jacob, Henry was exiled to London many years ago and this I did not know. The name Henry was given to him by his mother when she gave him his shop. many a year after father had helped him train and escape a death sentence here in India. The name Henry arose in a funny way, they kept hearing the name Henry and the color of the hat he had been wearing was green. I laughed quite a bit when told this story, Jayadeep was not as smiling as I was however.
Upon our arrival we where met with a lavish parade however the problem was that Henry or rather Jayadeep had not let anyone know he was bringing a guest, they had then escorted to a large beautiful white palace looking building. Once ushered inside I was breathless brother. Jayadeep's mother greeted us. Her name is Pyara Kaur and she is royalty, she is a princesses! To my surprise she is a kind sweet woman. Once noticing my injuries and my discomfort of the heat she took me aside and helped me change into more comfortable clothing. Brother I look like a right twat!
She has me dressed in traditional Indian garb and I can not decide which is worse, all the skin I am showing, the lack there of, of clothing or the fact that I have no where to hide any weapon at all! Jayadeep says he will find me assassin's wares shortly but for now I suffer under his and hers eyes. My healing progresses I am told but not as quickly as anticipated. Jayadeep is concerned and constantly dotting on me. It is quickly becoming aggravating. He has since given me space and a servant to help me dress. Dear lord above help me!
loving &C.
Evie Frye
He laughs a bit at the first letter Evie has written to him, he wants to know the heat of India as well, if she is having a difficult time with the heat, it must truly be bad. He reads the part about Greenies name and wonders what kind of name Jayadeep is and how could he ever make fun of that, and as royalty? oh man he was going to get into way to much trouble if he ever picked on the man again! He is glad She has arrived safe and is in good capable hands. If they are truly royalty, there will be no issues with getting her the care she needs. He sets down the first letter and opens the second.
Darling brother,
My time here has only yet been short but I am already hating the heat, I am certain I will eventually adjust but I have been spending my days sleeping and only my mornings and evenings relaxing, reading and stretching, it is much to hot to venture out after 11.30 in the morning or before 3 in the afternoon.
Jayadeep has taken me into town and escorted me to the family's royal doctor. He is an older man who's name I can hardly pronounce. He has evaluated my injuries and tells me my healing is on track, he gave me a special tea to drink and told me that swimming or rather just floating and moving around slowly in water will help. I am skeptical but Jayadeep says there are beautiful springs he will take me to.
I am growing ever so tired of being attached at the hip to him, as here he is constantly surrounded by servants and they fuss over him worse than I have ever seen! Here though women are seen differently and must be accompanied by a man. A few servants Call me Miss Mir and I quickly put an end to that. they thought that I was married to him! Ah the surprise they got.
Jayadeep promises to take me to the council and assassins headquarters here as soon as I am ready but he wishes me to heal more first. they have taken my blades form me and all my weapons except my mothers sword, that stays under my pillow. any one dares touch it and their hand shall be removed with it.
Lovingly &C.
Evie Mir
Post scriptum
I digress! what a joke, I have turned down his advances, I shall not marry Jayadeep. I am still your sister Evie Frye.
He almost drops the letter reading the way she has signed it. she has stolen his sense of humor it seems. They have swapped places. He planning all and her playing tricks. He is not happy with Greenie however. Evie has always been one to need her space but he is glad to hear he is keeping her safe and that she is healing well. He once again set down the second letter but piles it atop the first. The next letter in hand is one written on different paper. The parchment is thicker, nicer looking with scrolling on the sides. As he opens it her stagers and finds his hand grabbing for the nearest wall to help him steady, He then backs up until his legs hit the arm chair and he sits hard into the chair.
Sir Jacob Fyre,
I write to you send updates of your sister health. Yesterday We traversed into town to see the royal doctor. Xayadvirah Dr, has confirmed your sister's health is improving and informed her it is at a normal rate, however this is not the case. Her superficial injuries including her arm and her cuts heal fine, she will be wielding her blades in no time, however She sleeps not, she thrashes and scream out names. She wakes with bags under eyes and stiffness in her joints. Xayadvirah is worried that her mental state is not healing well if any at all. We try our best to make sure she is combatable but there is little I can do when she avoids me in the halls of my own family home.
I write to you begging you at this point to make her see reason. I know the bond you both have is much stronger than I may know, Please I implore you make her see reason and get her to let us help her. For her sake.
- Prince Jayadeep Mir/ Sir Henry Green
The letter from Henry has shook him to the core. Evie even in her letters does not share all and he is thankful Greenie has written to him. He wants to throw and crumple the letter and scream. He wonders what Evie dreams of and why she is in such distress. She seemed to sleep so well in his arms, always so still and happy. He curses the distance between them, as surely she would sleep better in his arms once again. He sits in the chair, his arm extended and the letter loosely hanging from one hand while the other holds his slumped head. He feels defeated, Maybe Greenie was right. Maybe if he wrote to her and told her to listen to him she would accept Greenies help more readily and heal more. She would need to rest and relax to heal and to do so, she would need to sleep. Sleep, oh how he was not tired anymore, he feels like he could run, and just keep running, But the energy is just still within him. The letter drops from his hands grip and he just sits like that, wanting and whiling himself to move but he is frozen. Now the only thought running through his head.
How to help Evie.