A/N: Hey y'al! It's Bre! I'm back early with a second chapter. I hope you guys like this one. Please please please please please review! I need feedback! I love y'all. Thanks to MercenaryBunny who followed and favorited my story! That means so much to me! Thanks so much! Disclaimer! I do not own any of the Assassin's Creed characters. Ubisoft does! So without further a do! Chapter 2. Hurdles.

Chapter 2

Hurdles

A few hours after her father and her had the spat everybody was asleep. Wrapping a scarf around her head, she started toward the window, bag in hand. A slamming sound disturbing the peace in the manor. Eyes wide Amythist dropped the bag springing into her bed. Just as she stuffed the scarf under her pillow Mihale stumbled through the, now broken, doorway.

"What Mihale? I'm trying to get rest."

"I'm here to punish you. Don't you remember my little flower?" he said slurring his words. The intoxicating scent of alcohol filling the room.

"No I do not remember that." She said trying to convince him otherwise. Praying he'll take the bait.

"I may not have said it. But I thought it." Mihale said going over to her, taking a sip of his flask. She began to scream only to be silenced by both of Mihale's hands.

"Damn it. You screaming made me drop me drop my flask. You're going to… pay." He growled at her, slapping her cheek. Whimpering she glared at him, spitting on him.

"HOW DARE YOU! SPIT ON ME LIKE A PEASANT. I am Prince Mihale Waltz! Great ruler of this land!"

"AS OF TOMORROW, IF THE SUN SHALL SO RISE!"

"Oh it will. I promise it. You do not want to test me, peasant."

Her eyes went wide in shock.

"How dare you speak to me like that! I am Princess Amythist Elizabeth Alexandra Dalton, ruler of Antakya and you will never talk to me like that again you zmey! Now leave my sight before I have you ordered to be hung."

"Like you have the guts let alone the rights to have me hung. Your husband to be, prince of this land and soon to be all holy ruler!"

"Put me to the test. Now leave my sights before I call the guards."

"Fine. You owe me. I will make you pay.. I will break you and your bitchy attitude before you become my wife."

Amythist scoffed and rolled over on her bed. Mihale glaring at the pixie sized woman. Shoving her off the bed, throwing his flask at her head. Viciously slamming the door as he stormed down to the cellar to retrieve another flask of brandy. Amythist getting up off of the floor, holding her head, she began walking toward the window, holding onto the walls for support. "Who knew an intoxicated man could throw so hard..." She said to herself, getting up on the window sill. Looking at the ivy vine running along the side of her window, she grabbed the stalk of the vine. Slowly and carefully she shimmied down the vine, her trying not to make any noise. With a small pat of her feet on the frozen winter ground, she grabbed her single bag. Running through the streets of the city that was supposed to be hers to rule. Amythist didn't want to rule. She didn't want to be under any kind of rule. She didn't want to have to make rules to restrict the people that she called her friends. She didn't want to do to them what she hated to be done to her. She was scared. She didn't admit it to herself let alone say it out loud. Screaming. That's all she heard. 'No... Not screaming... Yelling. But at whom... Who's name..' "MISS! EXCUSE ME MISS!" 'MY NAME!' She quickly came back to reality. Jumping out of the way, Amythist was about to get trampled by horses and a carriage. The wheels coming to a halt, an older man stepped off of the front seat.

"I'm so sorry, miss. I attempted to stop but the horses would not listen in time. I hope you are not injured in anyway." He said shuffling over to her in the dirt, outreaching a hand to help her up. Gladly taking it she stood up, about to yell at him but quickly realizing that she is not in her normal attire. "It is.. uh quite alright, Sir." Her sighing as she brushed the dust off of her dress and corset. "I was in a haze. I am sorry. I am so determined to get to Florence, Italy so quickly I almost ran over you! My apologizes miss."

"I already said that it was no problem, sir." She said a little annoyed but forgiving him because of his old age. "You are a peddler correct?"

"Yes I am. I own a shop in a small village not far from here. It is ruled by the tyrants that call this town home. They kicked me out of my home and took my shop."

"I apologize for your hardship."

"Oh. No worries. Now.. I should be setting out on my journey again."

"Okay. Nice meeting you sir. I wish you well." The princess said smiling at him, nodding her head at him. He tipped his hat in return. 'Maybe this is my chance….. Italy is a far amount away from my land.. Not a soul would know of my land nor that I am to become ruler… This elder does not know.. There is no sea travel.. Maybe I can strike a deal with him..' Looking up to find him, Amythist found just an empty space where the carriage was. Hollering as she is running towards the peddlers carriage for him to stop. The horses coming to a slow stop shortly after her fifth yell. "Did I forget something?" said the confused old man. "No I do not believe you did.. I was wondering if you would need an extra peddler to help you sell things while on your journey."

"Yes… I assume that would be a nice thing to have with me.. I cannot lift the boxes like I used to."
"Yes well. I would be able to help you with that. If you do not mind me coming along to Italy with you I would gladly help you for exchange of the use of your carriage to get to Florence."

"Well… I do not see the harm. You can sit next to me if you do not mind."

She smiled, pleased with herself in making her first deal outside of the castle. The old man extended his hand to help her onto the driver's bench in front. With a snap of the reins they were off to Florence. After a few villages and the old man, whose name she still didn't know, showing her how to peddle his trade items and how to count change in case she did not know.

"I just come to know that I have yet to learn your name miss."

"Oh, I understand. You may call me.. Amythist.. What is your name sir?" She cautiously said, hoping he doesn't realize her as royalty.

"That is a beautiful name. You may call me Gregorio."

"That is a lovely name. I had a childhood friend named Gregorio."

"Ah. You remind me of my daughter.."

"Oh.. Where is your family now, if you do not mind me asking?"

"I lost my daughter to disease when she was around 17 years of age. I am guessing that is how many years you have Amythist?"

"Yes. I am 17 years. I am sorry to hear of your loss. And your wife Mr. Gregorio?"

"I lost her a few months ago. She was so sweet and kind hearted. She would not let me kill any insect in our house. She insisted that the insect had a family as well." He said smiling at the memory.

"Oh.. I am sorry Sir. I did not mean to ask nor upset you. My deepest apologizes. Both for upsetting you and your loss of both your daughter and your wife."

"Oh no there is no need to apologize miss. They are still with me in my heart. I know my wife is still with me in spirit. She always said she would be here for me and I believe she is."

"That is very sweet of you to think in such a manor. I hope my husband one day would be so kind and caring as you are. Even after I pass onto the afterlife."

He smiled at her softly. "Maybe he will be one day." He said with a yawn. "Well. I am stopping to go to sleep madam. I suggest you do as well. Good night Amythist."

"Good night Gregorio. May your slumber be peaceful." She said as she started to nod off into the dream world.