Arlette woke up groggily on the next morning, seeing Sophie opening the curtains. Adrik was not there anymore, good. Or else her maid would have a heart attack while throwing salt on the poor cat. Saying good morning to her and changing into a light green dress with cream colored details, Arlette looked at her reflection on the small mirror before going downstairs towards the kitchen. Her father was sipping his tea while reading a book, his glasses resting at the bridge of his nose. "Good morning father." she smiled, kissing his cheek. Arthur rose his eyebrows surprised, sometimes he was so locked up on something that he forgot about the world around him "Good morning dear."

"I take you and Robert are both leaving sooner today?"

"I am. Robert still needs to wake up."

As if on cue, the first born walked quickly down the stairs, sighing relieved at the sight of his father still having breakfast. Arthur followed Robert with his eyes as he sat down "Well." he closed the book with one hand and stood up "I'm going to open the office, I'll see you in 10 minutes Robert." with that, he left out of the door. Arlette smiled sweetly at her brother, who was still trying to sit on the chair "Is your back better?"

Robert chuckled dryly "What do you think?"

"You need to stand up straight, plus you're sleeping like a monkey."

Robert rolled his eyes "Yeah,yeah whatever." he said, pouring some cream on his cup of tea "Are you going to the library today?" he asked, sipping his tea while arching one eyebrow at his sister. Arlette wiped her mouth with a napkin delicately, pondering his question "No, but I'll go to the Art Supply shoppe. I heard they got new soft pastels there and I want some new charcoals." Arlette was an artist. She loved to draw, her favorite subject were animals and the nature.

"Okay, you can go with me.I can tell Nathaniel to wait for you once we are in town."

The girl nodded with a smile, somewhat forgetting about the events from the night before. As soon as the two arrived on the city, Arlette made her way towards the arts supply shoppe. She loved that place, it had a delicious smell "Good morning,Anthony." she said to the middle aged man who was wiping a wet rag on the counter "Ah, miss Arlette! Good morning to you as well! Is there anything you need?"

Her small hands were on the counter as she looked at the shelves with different supplies in them "Hmmm..I'd like 5 medium sized charcoals, a box of soft pastels and...oh! A new drawing book if you don't mind!" she said sweetly, clasping her hands together as the man started to gather what she wanted. After paying him, Arlette left the place, humming sweetly as she sat by the park. That was her favorite place to draw,she liked to look at each different person and choose one for a picture.

This time she chose a little girl that was peeking through a toy store.

Arlette smiled as her eyes flicked from the girl to the blank sheet on her lap from time to time. One thing she did not expected to see was that hooded man from yesterday...right behind the little girl, looking straight at her. Arlette gasped, letting her book fall on the ground. She went to pick it up and when her gaze moved back to where the man was...he had disappeared.

Completely gone...

The redhead girl stood up abruptly, gathering her things and rushing to the carriage "Nathaniel,let's go." she said to the rider, that was currently leaning on a horse, snoozing. He snored loudly when she shook his shoulder, making the man shake his head and widen his eyes "What-wh-"

"Let's go home!"

Nathaniel cleaned his throat, wiped his hands over his eyes and adjusted his hat before taking his seat. Arlette looked out of the small window of the carriage, widening her eyes as the hooded stranger walked along a family, gaze still focused on her. With a quick movement of her wirsts, she closed the small curtains "Oh God,oh God...he will kill me." she whispered, hugging her knees close to her chest. She was praying for that ride to turn a bit faster, thinking that the stranger was following them.

By the moment the carriage stopped, she leaped out of it and ran into the house. Locking herself on her bedroom and closing the windows.

"Meow."

She screamed, falling on her butt and widening her eyes at Adrik, who just licked his paw innocently "Don't scare me like that!" she whispered harshly, hugging the black cat close with her eyebrows scrunched on her forehead "I saw him...the-the hooded man." Adrik's ears flicked as his head rose to meet her face "I-I...I think he'll kill me." she whispered, making the cat mew quietly and lick her finger gently, trying to calm the poot girl down. Arlette ended up falling asleep on her bed, Adrik curled by her side as the sound of heavy rain echoed on the room.

The girl woke up a few hours later, moaning a bit and rolling into her back, her arms going up as she stretched while blinking her eyes open, widening them at the sight of the hooded stranger right above her.

Before she could scream, his hand covered her mouth quickly "I do not wish to hurt you." she heard him say, he had a very deep voice. Her eyes were wide and scared, her hands were extremely tiny compared to his "I know you saw me, yesterday." he continued "Did you told anyone about what you saw?"

Arlette was shaking like a leaf, moving her head from side to side quickly. Somehow, he knew she was saying the truth...he felt it. She could not see his eyes, but she could see half of his face...he had a strong jaw and full lips, a short braid of black hair dared to appear below the hood and his skin was tan, a beautiful shade of tan. Almost like clay.

Connor was also analyzing the girl with scared eyes. She was petite, with a slim frame and light porcelain skin. He saw freckles adorning her cheeks, her eyes were a shade of light blue while her hair was red like a bonfire. Her hands were so small, he could gather both of them on one of his own. With a finger in front of his lips, he carefully removed his hand from her lips. They were a rosy shade of pink, the upper lip was fuller than the lower...he needed to stop those thoughts.

"A-Are you going to kill me?"

His head snapped towards her, his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion "I do not have a reason to,I told you." he said, slowly standing on his full height. Dear Lord, he was taller than her father! Arlette blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear "T-Then...you just wanted to know...if I had told anyone?"

He nodded once.

"O-Oh..." she blushed, trying to calm herself down before looking up at him "I-Is the body still there?"

"No, I moved it away from here." he said simply "You don't have to worry."

She bit her lower lip, placing her hands on her lap "Was he a british soldier?" he nodded in answer "I-I see...so you...you are with Mr. Washington?" she asked, receiving yet another nod as an answer . The two shared an uncomfortable silence until he looked out the open window "I must go."

"Wait."

His head moved towards her, she had her hands on her chest "Um..." her eyes shifted downwards as a red blush adorned her round cheeks "Can I know your name?" she questioned, biting her lower lip as he just stared at her.

"Connor."

She blushed even more, the way his name rolled out of his tongue was...interesting. "My name is Arlette..." she smiled "Arlette Cunningham." the hooded figure nodded, leaping out of the window. Arlette gasped, leaning on the window sill and noticing he had just disappeared on the fog. Connor watched from the trees as she closed the window, seeing her silhouette through the dark green curtains, until she blew the kerosene lamp out. The Assassin's eyes moved downwards, before he started to walk back to the camp...but... somehow, deep inside, he had a feeling that wasn't going to be the last time they'd see each other.

Yaaay! Another chapter!

for those wondering

Arlette means 'tiny eagle' isn't it lovely?