Thank you so much for the lovely reviews! Here is another chapter for you guys! I am introducing another OC that will play a small part for Catherine.

-Moon

Catherine was out of breath when she made it back to the Dorian home. She barged into the house just as Charles hurried downstairs with a concerned look on his face.

"Catherine! What happen?". Charles hurried to the assassin as she pushed past him. He studied her for a moment to see dark of splotches of water covered parts of her coat. "Why are you wet?"

She looked down at herself seeing that her coat was still wet. The assassin had stopped by a well to wash out the blood from her coat, but she couldn't get to the shirt. Catherine knew that she would have to change before slipping into the Palace of Versailles.

"I'll explain later, but I have to get inside the palace now. Genevieve Pronovost has a hit out on her place by her husband. Don't worry, the bastard is dead, I made sure of that." Charles followed behind her. "I need to get in, now. A man is waiting to kill her inside the gardens."

Catherine's voice carried a sense of urgency, Charles understood as he rushed to his office to grab a piece of paper off his desk.

"Genevieve should know who you are. I have a warrant that shows you have a summons to the palace. This will get you inside the gate, but quick and mindful. If you pose a threat to the royal family they will take you done." He held a piece of paper with a seal on it, he handed it to the young woman.

She took it and stuffed it into her coat pocket, ready to present it at a moments notice. "I'll try to be mindful," Catherine voiced, "I was trained for this." She made a quick escape to her room to change her blood stain shirt. She would be a dead give away to any guards or people of the court. Catherine armed herself with a sword that she was able to hide behind her coat.

The young woman wasted no time in exiting the door, Charles was already dressed as well. "I am coming with you girl, I have the maids watching Arno. Tell me on the way what happen. We have plenty of time before the hit is taken place."

Catherine felt flustered as she hurried alongside her mentor. She explained the tale of the man, Adonis that weaseled his way into the Dorian home. She explained how she was forced to leave with the man under the threat of Arno's life.

That indulged Charles anger as they hurried to a carriage. He tried to not lose face as he told the man the destination of the Palace. Catherine told her whole story about killing the two men and third escaping to do his task.

Catherine could already see a crowd entering into the gilded gates of the Palace. Catherine threw the door of the carriage open and climbed out in a rush. "Please go find Genevieve, warn her before it's too late. Ill find Adonis."

Charles grabbed her arm, stopping her from spurting into the situation. "Agreed, stick to the shadows and don't let him spot you."

"Aye, I will be careful."

Catherine squeezed her way through the finely dressed nobles. Some threw her a look of disgust at her attire for a woman that wore inappropriate clothes for the palace. Catherine paid no mind to the woman as she proceeded through the crowd of silk. She kept a calm demeanor as she walked through the palace. In normal circumstances, she would draw in her surroundings of the beauty of the building with its exquisite art. This wasn't her first time at Versailles, Charles had brought her to meet for business with other Assassins.

Catherine walked through the double doors into the open air garden. She couldn't be any more amazed at the view of the gardens, the view was like something out of a fairy tale. Though she knew the vast size of the gardens. There was no way she could find Adonis before he murdered Genevieve.

The young woman pushed back her vibrant hair, taking a breath to pause her racing brain. Hearing a cry from the sky, she saw Orla circling above her like a guardian. Being just fletching, she was already large then any bird she had seen France.

The assassin thought back to what the crazy old man said to her about her abilities she was gifted. Her connection with winged animals... That couldn't be possible. The way he spoke to her almost like she had some strange magical abilities, witchcraft.

Catherine knew she had no other alternative. She would just have to try to reach a connection onto Orla. Shutting her eye tightly, she focused on Orla. In a force she never experienced before, her eyesight projected into the sky. A true bird's eye view. Orla and Catherine were like one, it was truly amazing.

Over the grounds of people, there was one figure that stood apart at the far end of the main pathway of the garden. There that stood under the trees near the end of the path close to the Grand Canal. Adonis was hiding under the shrubby. She couldn't tell if he had a weapon on him, but she could see a small crowd of women near him.

Catherine could only guess that Genevieve was amongst the woman as well as Maria Antoinette.

The out of body experience was over in seconds as soon as she felt someone bump into her. She took a moment to catch her breath to reconnect with her surroundings. There was no time to dali.

Catherine bolted from her spot, she got some curses and shouts at her for running. She bumped into a woman who fell over in a shriek. The assassin had caught the eyes of the palace guards. Shouting loudly in French, they order her to stop, but she ignored the commands of the guards. She was faster than the pack of guards behind her.

Stopping would put a threat on Genevieve's life, even if she tried to explain what happen. They would arrest her anyway for disorderly conduct. Catherine picked up the pace, pushing her stamina to the limit. She forced her way through a small group of people quickly, causing the pair of palace guards to stumble over. The young woman left the men in her dust as she continued to book it. Catherine stepped off the sidewalk into the shrubbery near the canal. Beyond down the path that leads to the Grand Trianon, a second home for the royalty of the estate along with more private gardens.

Catherine flipped up her hood to slip quietly through the trees and shrubby. The standing trees were tall enough to climb. Though, she would be closer to the ground. From the history of Versailles she read, the palace was originally a hunting lodge for King Louis XIII. There was plenty of wilderness and meadows full of game for the royal hunting parties. She could still see some of the wilderness charms on the property. Though it gave a chance of assassination for its residents and visitors.

The young woman quietly walked through the trees, unleashing her hidden blade. The assassin spotted her target. Adnios was dressed as a palace guard, but he had a musket strapped to his back. The man was waiting for his target to come into his line of sight. His disguised as a guard hid his intentions to murder a close friend to the Dauphine of France.

She tracked behind him in silence, much like a wild lioness hunting her prey. Her footsteps were silent as she slipped up behind him. The Greek man was unaware of the ghost-like the presence of the assassin. Her skills had truly grown over the last four years.

Catherine was ready to bounce on her target when she heard the giggles and laughter of women. Beyond the tree, a heard of finely dressed women along with servants were walking along. In the front of the pack was a woman dressed in a blush rose gown with a servant beside her holding up a matching parasol overhead to keep the sun out. Her blonde hair was tied back into a high roll with curls. Catherine could only guess the woman that stood yards away from her was Maria Antoinette. The future Queen of France.

A woman dressed in a light green gown walked beside her, making light conversation. Her black hair was tied back much similar to the Dauphine. She called her by her first name, Genevieve.

Catherine flashed a look towards Adnios who held up his weapon ready to fire. His finger fidgeting with the trigger. Catherine ran forward like a small fox that jumped on her prey. A sound of the gunshot went off, but with the force of Catherine's tackled the musket ball was impeded into the ground. The women from the group screamed and covered for safety.

"Run!" She shouted.

Adnios rolled on the ground with her trying to reach his secondary weapon, but she threw punched into his face to subdue him.

Catherine took hold of his collar delivery a punch to his face."Enough! Your masters are dead. You are about to join them." Catherine shoved the sharpen metal into his gut with a twist.

The Greek man moaned in pain, "You think you won this girl? There are more of us." He gurgled blood from the edges of his mouth. The man laid dying in her arms. "Tha afxitheí, ópos sas péftoun."

Catherine couldn't translate the words that he spoke to her fast enough. Greek was something she didn't understand. After the fleeting moments, he exhaled his last breath. Catherine starred into the lifeless eyes of Adnois. An act of kindness, Catherine reached forward to shut his eyes for him before standing up.

Charles was the first appear with guards trailing behind him. Another man stood beside him, he was dressed in a guards uniform but his decorative, showing that he was an official.

"I killed him, he won't be able to hurt anyone here now."

Charles walked forward and touched her shoulder, "are you alright?" He looked exasperated with concern. He checked her over for any signs of injury, but she brushed him away.

"Aye, I am."

The man who arrived on the scene looked furious at the sight. He turned to Charles and spoke in French. Catherine followed the man along to listen in on them. He wanted to know why he wasn't informed sooner about this assassination attempt and how Catherine made him look like a fool.

Later

Catherine sat at the oak desk of the Captain of the Royal guard. Her finger taps on the desk in a fit of nervousness. She had told her whole story about an assassination plot, but no one gave any reaction to her. She had murder someone in cold blood in front of witnesses. If this didn't plan out well, her head would end up in a basket.

Catherine side eyed Charles, who looked calm as he sat in his chair. "How can you be so calm in a moment like this? If this goes sideways, I could lose my head. I honestly would prefer hanging, but does the French even hang?"

"As I last check, Catherine. Yes, the French do still hang." Dorian scratched his nose a bit with a cracked smile. "So don't lose your head over this."

Catherine slapped him on the arm. "Arse, you find this funny?"

"I do Catherine. Relax, the Captain is a known asset to the brotherhood. Everyone knows that you saved Mademoiselle Pronovost and the Dauphine of France."

The assassin knew that it was crazy. She could put on trial for being caught of killing a man on the palace guards. "She just happened to be there at the wrong place at the wrong time." Catherine brushed her hair back slowly. "I can imagine the captain wasn't too happy about me upstaging his job."

"Especially since it's his job to make sure the royal family is protected." Charles reached over to pat her arm. "You told the whole truth about this so-called cult. He is investigating the claims and having the Martain's Pronovost private home looked into."

Footsteps could be heard echoing through the halls. Catherine sat straight up as the Captain waltzed into his office shutting the door behind him. "Well, Mademoiselle Cormac, it seems your story checks out. We found a single body along with evidence of what you speak." He spoke coolly, frustration leaving his voice.

Catherine raised an eyebrow. "A single? There should be two."

The Captain had a look of irritation, "I know, but it seems Martain Pronovost is gone."

Catherine gritted her teeth, the blows that she landed on Martain wasn't fatal. "He can't be alive unless his men got him to a safer area."

"That is the working theory." The Captain scratched his chin for a moment. "He wouldn't be in any shape to fight again, especially with the amount of blood loss he suffered. A warrant has been placed for his arrest."

Dorian stood up slowly from his chair, "Its safe to say that he won't be targeting anyone for a while."

"Your very lucky, you could have been arrested, trailed and executed for murder, but your story is true. So, With this wrapped up, your both free to go." He waved his hand at his desk with a quill in hand. "Your lucky we were able to cover this up, girl. Dorian expressed her that you are trying to stop news from reaching the Americas."

Catherine gave a short nod. "Aye, I am supposed to be dead according to certain people, so I thank you."

The captain waved his hand as a gesture as a welcome. Charles placed a hand on her shoulder leading the assassin out of the room. "Your lucky Catherine,"

"I know, but we stopped those bastards." Catherine stretched her arms out in a tired yawn. "Oh sweet mother of Joseph, I am tired."

"How much sleep did you get last night?"

"2 hours, I think." Catherine followed him outside the building, there waiting for the pair was Geneneve Pronovost.

"I wanted to come to see you in a person." She gave a small smile of appreciation to the younger woman approached her. "Sophie was correct to send you. I want to say my thanks to you," her voice was thick with a French accent.

"You're quite welcome." Catherine smiled at the brunette woman that stood out in front of her.

The woman flashed a smile that showed her teeth. Catherine had to admit the woman that stood before her was extremely beautiful with her dark hair pulled back in elegant curls. Her face was colored with light makeup that showcased her natural beauty. The mint green she was wearing complimented her outfit.

Catherine found this woman highly attractive. Her cheeks slight blush at how she smiled towards the redhead.

"In my thanks, I want to help you with your land problem in the British Colonies, but first I want to give you this." The noblewomen reached into her coat pocket to produce a letter. "This is for you, its formal invitation back to the Palace."

Catherine took the invitation to form her. "For what?"

"A small gathering that is being arranged in your honor for saving my life as well as Maria Attinoinet life as well."

Catherine swallowed a hard lump. She couldn't imagine herself accepting such an event. 5 years ago she was a teenager running a tavern with her mother, now she was being invited to parties with royalty. It's funny how dramatic life could change in a blink of an eye.

"I don't have anything to wear." Catherine blurted out. She was gracious for the invite, but she didn't feel like it was such a good idea to attend.

Genevieve waved her hand, "I'll have someone send you a dress, we are about the same size, so let me worry about it. How does red sound?"

"That be fine, but I am unsure if I should go."

Charles cleared his throat patting her on the back. "Catherine, you've been working hard. Enjoy yourself, the last time you had a good time, you were shot."

Catherine winced at remembering how she was at her last rich party, she was shot by James for his anger at her father. The assassin reached for her side indistinctively, remember the musket ball in her gut. "I guess."

The noblewomen flashed her warm smile again after a look of concern."My, you do have an interesting life. Well, I hope to see you tomorrow night then. Au Revoir."

Catherine watched the woman take her leave away from the two assassins. She knew that it was time to breathe for a change. More than just getting drunk with novice assassins.