Robert fell asleep on Arlette's chair, the same one Adrik usually slept when the red head was feeling sad or depressed. If there was something that Robert despised was to see his little sister cry. Leaning on his closed fist, the older male snored loudly, loudly enough to wake himself up, "Huh?!" he asked confusedly, sighing when he noticed where he was at. Rubbing his blue eyes in circles, Robert let out a long heavy sigh, fingertips pressed against his temple. The headache that was forming turned out to be worse than he had imagined "Oh Christ." he huffed out, slowly standing up to walk to Arlette's sleeping form. Covering her bare shoulder with the red quilt, the Cunningham's first born gently pressed a kiss on his sisters's cheek "Sleep well, Arlette." with that being whispered, Robert left the room, quietly closing the door.

The sun rose high up on the sky, clouds big and soft looking moved lazily thanks to the winds in that day. Arlette was awake, eyes staring towards the créme colored wall in a bored glance, "I don't want to wake up." she whispered to herself, not bothering to brush away the strands of dark red hair falling against her blue eyes. She was so exhausted, her whole body was aching because of the runaway adventure from yesterday. She wanted to stay in bed, to eat toast with strawberry jam and drink camomille tea while snuggling her pillow, "But that won't happen." she admitted for none else but herself. The worst part was that she missed Connor. She really did.

Slowly pulling out the quilt with her feet, Arlette sat down on the bed, putting her slippers on to walk towards the kitchen. Was she alone? Yes, yes she was. It was Friday, friday always was a busy day for her father and brother. Sophie was nowhere to be seen, good. The least thing she needed was a nosey french maid asking why she left such a handsome man alone.

And then there was her mother, locked in the main bedroom. Helaine Cunningham couldn't leave that room, or else her condition would only worse. Arlette remembered when her mother used to stroll with her in the garden, Arlette would sit down on the grass and draw on a piece of paper, while Helaine would sit on the iron bench swing to watch the birds. Arlette missed these days, she felt bad for her mother though. Staying on a bed for months, not being able to go outside and do what she liked to do... if there was only a way...

The girl sighed, biting the side of her toast and contemplating what she would do next. Maybe take a bath, she needed one, then she'd go to the garden to paint some birds for her mother. Yes, she'd love it! After finishing her breakfast, Arlette daintily tapped the napkin over her lips and stood up. Telling Sophie to please stop gossiping with the other maids and prepare her a bath is she could, the bonfire haired girl simply awaited on the livng room area; leaning against her fist while staring out of the window.

Connor was hidden behind a fallen oak tree, eyes focused on the large male deer in front of him. It's thighs' muscles are bigger than his arms! Carefully making his way towards the large animal, Connor pulled out an arrow silently, carefully aiming it at the deer's ribs. Breathing slowly by his nostrils, the young Mohawk let go of the feathers, watching the arrow puncture the deer's lungs and making the animal fall limp on the ground. Standing up to his full height, Connor walked towards the dead deer, crouching to pull out the arrow and let his hidden blades pop out. It would be a nice day of hunting, a big animal, a sunny day...however, Connor's mind was swirling with the most strange thoughts; such as how Arlette was doing.

Scoffing gently, the Assassin cut the meat with the shapr blade,"She's alright. She's with that James..." he mumbled, unaware he was actually STABBING the poor deer's corpse, "Drinking tea and hugging each other." his teeth bared, he was giving the deer so much hole that the poor thing looked like a swiss cheese. Connor stopped his antics, groaning deeply "Why am I so worried? I shouldn't be worried about it." he paused "I shouldn't think about how she'd smile at him... or even how she'd laugh..." his voice faltered when he remember a conversation he had with Achilles:

'"Something is bothering you." the older Assassin had said, watching Connor's form sitting on the window sill, "Is it about that girl you've met?" Connor had not replied. Achilles hummed, pulling a chair to sit close to the his apprentice, "Let me tell you something,Connor." he cleaned his throat, trying to find the right words, "When I was your age, I've met a girl myself. She was beautiful, her name was Adelaide." he smiled fondly, "She was from Spain. Beautiful woman, beautiful. After I met her, I've felt something I've never felt before... like there were several butterflies on my stomach." Connor moved his eyes to Achilles now, " We would see each other after midnight. When her father was sleeping." Achilles' smile disappeared and he looked down at the floor with a frown, "But before I could even ask her to marry me, someone else did."

Connor had been staring at Achilles with his face completely blank, "Why are you telling me this?" the older man chuckled, standing up and patting Connor on the back "Because I know you have feelings for this girl." Achilles smiled, "Don't be a fool like me,Connor. Fight for her. She means too much for you and you know it." Connor was speechless, staring at his mentor with slight wide eyes as he walked to his room.'

The young Assassin moved his eyes around confusedly, did he had feelings for Arlette? Of course, she was beautiful and kind... and smelled really good...but it wasn't like he had feelings for someone he'd met just a few weeks ago! Right? Connor huffed out a sigh, grabbing the thick piece of meat to put on the large leather pouch. The wolves would clean the rest of the deer, he shouldn't worry about it. While walking back to the camp, his mind kept repeating what Achilles had said, 'Don't be a fool like me,Connor. Fight for her.' He was having such a hard time to let it all sink in. He wasn't used to these feelings. He wasn't used to...care about someone that wasn't of his tribe, or someone he considered a friend. Maybe Achilles was right, maybe he did liked Arlette. Maybe he just wanted to protect her from everyone else in the world, protect her of this madness, make her happy.

Giving the meat to the butcher, Connor swiftly disappeared again. Yes, he was going to see Arlette, he had to talk to her. Connor looked down at his clothes and hands, they were covered in deer blood. Seeing a lake just a few meters away from him, the Assassin washed his hands and face, it was pointless to wash the stains on his robes now. Arlette had to calm down at the sight of the blood. After he was finally done, Connor started his journey towards the Cunningham's estates, there was a chilly feeling inside his stomach, his hands were sweating and his mouth went dry. Was that normal? He hadn't ate anything poisonous, or rotten. He considered that as common and continued his walk. Seeing the large white wooden house from the distance, partly hidden by the large trees, Connor swiftly hid himself behind one of them. That plump woman was outside, carrying a basket filled with dirty laundry.

His eyes moved to Arlette's window, he just had to move quickly. He saw a large rosebush really close to where he was. Connor's eyes darted towards the plump woman, then to the rosebush. When she was distracted, Connor rolled towards it, wincing as some of the thorns grazed on his hands. The maid was singing, putting the laundry to dry on the clothesline. That was his perfect opportunity. Connor ran towards the ledge right below Arlette's window, being fast enough to climb up and enter her room. He sighed in relief, brushing a hand over his face to clean the beads of sweat.

He was alone in the bedroom, a sick feeling took over his stomach. What if she already left with that James Quatton? What if they already got married? His thoughts were interrupted when the doorknob started to turn. Connor was quick to hide behind the large dresser, crouching down to observe who was entering. To his lucky, it was Arlette herself.

Connor's eyes ran over her figure. She was wearing a beautiful sky blue dress, with a dark blue choker surrounding her elegant neck. The moment she stepped in, a delicious scent of fresh berries entered his nostrils. She just took a bath, he assumed. The girl walked to her desk, picking up the drawing materials she needed. With her back turned to Connor, he noticed that now was the right time to make his presence known "Arlette."

Arlette squeaked in fear, snapping her head towards him "C-Connor?" her eyes widened in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Connor frowned a bit, "Shouldn't I be here?" he asked quietly, maybe it was a bad idea after all. Arlette shook her head, placing the notepad and the box of charcoals back on the desk, "N-No! It's just... the last time I've seen you... I-I thought you were mad at me." she whispered, rubbing her arms unconscisouly as the Assassin stared at her silently. He licked his lips, managing to give a few steps towards her, "Forgive me. That was not my intention." he said gently, trying to calm Arlette down. God, he wasn't even that close to her but he could smell that sweet scent already. He just wanted to wrap his arms around her small frame and bury his nose on that pale little neck. Arlette curled her lower lip inside her mouth, eyes moving downwards as a blush adorned her plump cheeks "W-Why are you here?"

Connor's mouth opened and closed for a few moments, before he cleaned his throat "I wanted to...see you." did that sounded to straight forward? "See me? W-Why?" Arlette questioned, tucking a strand of dark red hair behind her left ear. God, did he had to explain everything to her? Couldn't she understand? The Assassin sighed deeply "Because... because I m...," his voice was stuck on his throat, making Arlette blink confusedly, "I...I..." Connor wanted to slap himself hard on the face "I missed you." he managed to blurt out without being too loud. Arlette blushed a red that matched her own hair, her mouth open just a tid bit in shock "W-What?"

"I missed you." he repeated, firmly this time. Connor hesitantly walked closer to her, she was so tiny! Her button nose was almost touching his chest, the tiny hands of hers were clasped together in defense, "You...you missed me?" she sounded so quiet and so afraid. What could he do to make her feel better? Think Connor, think! "I did, very much so..." he licked his lips once more, why were they getting dry everytime? His hand slowly rose to her cheek, he could feel the blood pumping below the pale tissue. "You've been on my mind in the past days." it was true. She had... even in some special dreams that Connor had but he wasn't going to comment that.

Arlette chewed on her bottom lip, the red on her cheeks turned darker when his other hand cupped her right cheek. Now she was trapped on his grasp, "And...since I couldn't stop thinking about you...I decided to come here." his brown eyes looked like pools of melted caramel and they were making Arlette feel dizzy,"Y-You...you..." she started to sttuter and mumble, letting a frustrated squeak that made Connor even more amused, "God, you are so precious." he spilled out. Her round blue eyes moved to lock with his, Connor was glad he had so much self control, or else...he preferred not to think about it. Arlette was feeling her insides flip and twirl, was he going to kiss her? She pleaded that he was.

Connor's eyes moved to her red lips and back to her eyes. It was now or never. Slowly moving his face close to hers, feeling her sweet breath touching his nostrils, her small hands clenching the fabric of his robes. They were so close, just a few more milimiters and,

"Miss Arlette!"

Both let go of each other as if a bolt of electricity darted over them, Connor quickly leaped out of the window and disappeared back into the woods he had came from. Arlette was in extreme shock, feeling her legs give out as she sat on the bed. Sophie smiled, holding the basket with the dry laundry as she entered the room "Such a beautiful day Miss Arlette! You should," Sophie blinked, Arlette's face and neck were completely red, she was panting and her eyes were wide, "Miss Arlette, are you alright?"

Arlette wanted to glare at the maid, but only nodded mutely, "Just close the door when you leave."

Yay!Love is in the air! Of course some people will skin me alive because they hadn't kissed YET! But believe me, the wait will be worth it!

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