Hello there people, sorry for taking forever to update...I've been busy :c ! Anyway, here's the second partof these series! Oh, and I'd love if you leave some reviews, pretty, pretty pleaaaase?

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New job, new home. Wait...there's something wrong...

Your jaw dropped at the sight of the house. "You live here?!"

Connor nodded from behind you, then added; "Yes," when he realized you couldn't see him.

The horse galloped towards the stable, where he was dismounted.

You followed Connor into the house. He opened the door quietly. "Achilles? I'm home." The young Assassin announced.

Instead of Achilles, Myriam appeared from a random door. "Hello, Con- Oh, [Name]!"

You smiled sheepishly at her. "Hi there…"

"What are you doing here?" She asked you.

"Well, he-" You blinked rapidly when you noticed Connor was nowhere in sight. "Uh…Connor helped me at the forest. I kind of got lost, and then Shadow ran…Wolves attacked me, all normal,"

She laughed. "You're lucky. Very lucky my girl,"

"Yeah," You sighed. It was luck being attacked by wolves, obviously.

"Dinner's ready, come on."

You followed Myriam towards the dining room. The room was spacious. A medium 6-chairs table, a little cabinet, and a panoramic window. It was cozy.

"Hey, old man," Myriam said. "We have a guest."

Achilles, who was seated already at the table, nodded. "Welcome, young [Name]."

"Thank you, sir." How else would you call him?

"No need of formalities. Call me Achilles, or old man, as Myriam prefers." He said, his tone was a bit playful.

You smiled at him. "Okay then, Achilles."

"Please take a seat, and join us." Achilles pointed to the seat in front of him.

You obeyed and sat down. Seconds later, Connor entered the dining room.

"How was the mission?" Achilles asked the young man.

"Same as always…I have to do something about the guards, though. They're really a complication." He said as he dug into his food.

Achilles hummed. "I see… Now, your turn to speak, [Name]."

You almost choked in the roast meet you were chewing. You took the glass of juice and gulped. "Uh…my turn?"

"Yes. It is not cautious to be out in the forest at night, especially since wolves select those hours to hunt."

"Uh-"

"Let me explain," Myriam offered. Well, she just saved your ass. "This girl helped me at town. The animal skins were so heavy for me to carry all of them, so she, very kindly, said she would carry some skins for me."

"That does not explain what I aske-"

"Let me finish!" Myriam shouted as Achilles spoke. "As I said before I was interrupted, she carried some skins. I showed her the way here, though I think, you pretty lady," She signaled at you. "Were not paying attention."

"Sorry," You mumbled. The vegetables in your plate becoming the most interesting thing in the room.

"Ah, so that's why." Achilles said somewhat satisfied with the explanation.

"I have to go now," Myriam announced. "See you later, fellas!"

Achilles excused himself at the same time, thus, leaving you and Connor the only habitants of the dining room.

He kept eating. You stole glances at him every once in a while. The sudden movement as he stood up startled you. "I would show you your room," He said.

You nodded and walked with him towards the kitchen. After placing the dirty dishes on the sink, you let him guide you towards the second plant.

He opened one of the multiple wooden doors that were located on the second store. "Here,"

"Thank you." You smiled at him.

"No problem. If you need something, just tell me. My room is next to yours," He pointed to another door.

"Okay. Good night Connor," You smiled, he nodded.

The room was spacious. A lot alike your room in your house. You had it clear, it was just an empty house, cannot be called home.

You lay down on bed. You had to admit it, what a comfortable bed!

Time passed. Seconds transformed in minutes, minutes in hours and you couldn't sleep. Mother Nature sure had a thing for you.

You stood up grudgingly. You walked downstairs trying not to make any sound. Finally, you were at the door, opening and closing it quietly, you sneaked outside.

You walked towards the stable. Horses, dogs, hens were sleeping. Of course, you were the only being awake.

You sat down in a nearby rock and looked up. The sky was beautiful.

"Can't sleep?"

You yelped at the voice. "C-Connor?" How the hell did he do that?! You didn't even feel him. Well, he was an Assassin.

He sat down beside you. "So,"

You turned to him. Was he trying to make conversation?. "Yeah?"

"What do you do?"

"I work as a bartender, but believe me…It's not funny." You sighed.

"I bet it. I'm not very good dealing with drunken people," He said.

"Me neither," You said. "But..."

"But…?" He pressed.

"It's…nothing."

"Nothing?" He asked. "Come on. If I can help, just tell me,"

"Thank you," You smiled at him. Seriously, it was hard to believe he was an Assassin. Your father was always so cold. You yawned, finally you were getting some sleep! "I'm off to bed. Thanks for keeping my company."

You stood up and stretched. Connor stood up as well, towering over you with no effort. "Good night,"

"Night,"

No more to add, than you did sleep well.

A knock on the door was your alarm. You lifted your head, hair totally disheveled. "Come on in!"

Connor opened the door. He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his throat when he saw your state. "Morning,"

"Morning, Connor," You put your hand over your mouth when you yawned.

"Achilles wants to discuss something with you," He said.

You blinked at him as if he was saying some tongue-twister. "Uh… What?"

He laughed again. He already liked you. "Just meet him at the dining room," He left the room mumbling something about clueless people.

You got out of bed and straightened yourself the best you could to meet Achilles. Walking downstairs, you mentally recalled all the things Achilles could possibly want to discuss with you.

"Good morning, young [Name]," The black man greeted once you entered the dining room.

"Good morning Achilles," You wanted to say 'old' Achilles. That'd be hilarious, but you restrained yourself from doing so.

He motioned for you to sit, which you did. "You're currently living at Boston, right?" You nodded at him. "And Connor told me you worked as a bartender, right?" You nodded again, just noticed Connor was nowhere to be seen. "Do you like your work?"

The answer was immediate. "No."

Achilles smirked. "Why don't you work for me?"

You looked questioningly at him. "But…" But what? You didn't have any excuses. You lived in a house, not a home. You hated your job, why not change?

"Do not worry about your house. The homestead has more than enough rooms," Achilles assured.

"And what will you have me do?"

"You can cook?" You glared at him.

"I'm not gonna be a maid,"

Achilles laughed. "Okay then…What do you want to do?"

You smiled at him. More like…smirked.

-…-

Connor walked to the stable and almost stumbled when he saw you. You were bathing the horses, dog and the cat… "Name]…"

You turned around at the sound of somebody's voice. "Uh?... Oh, hey there, Connor!" You waved at him with a wet hand.

Connor sighed. "You need help?"

He asked when the dog jumped and tackled you on the floor, licking your face happily. "Uh…please?"

He chuckled softly and took the dog by his collar, taking it off of you. "Come on Thunder, you can kiss the pretty lady all you want after the bath,"

You blushed. Did he call you…? "Thanks,"

He nodded. "By the way…Achilles asked me to take you to Boston…he said you had some arrangements to do about selling a house,"

Your eyes widened comically. "What…Achilles!"

And there you went, soaking wet, shouting colorful words at the old man. Connor tilted his head to the side. Just… What the hell? The animals were as lost as him.