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Most women loved to knit, settle down one day, have a book club, or have tea.

Not you.

You loved nature, the outdoors, and especially to feeling of riding a horse through the forest. But, alas, your gender prevented you from doing so.

Naturally, you ran away from your life and decided to live in the great and vast outdoors.

You ran away a day ago and slept in a tree. It wasn't very comfy, but it was so much better than staying on the ground and risk being attacked by bears...or elks...or...wolves... You never threatened them, but they attack anyway. Crazy animals.

You grunted as you hopped off your tree. It wasn't very tall, just on a steep hill. You did not know where you were heading to, but judging on the peddler's carriage, you were near a house. You scaled the trees, knowing it would be faster to tree hop rather than walk or run.

Before your father passed away a few years ago, he taught you many things, mostly running faster, self defense, and climbing because he said that there are many bad men in the forests and such. You perfected the three skills a few months before he died. You took your skills and enhanced them as you grew older.

Rain drops landed on your shoulder as you gained your breath on a branch.

"Great..." You groaned. The sky was getting darker and darker as seconds passed. The rain was causing a fog to spread around the treetop area. You started to go faster and faster, trying to spot a cave or something to take shelter in.

You lunged forward, landing on the branch, but the slick rain made you lose your footing. You tried reaching out, but you just couldn't reach. You screamed when you fell all the way down. You groaned in pain.

You landed on your leg, possibly broken. You struggled to turn around and assess the damage done. You gasped at pain shooting up your leg. You flinched. Other than the leg, you didn't seem hurt, except a few scratches and bruises. You tried to stand, but collapsed completely at the pain. You grunted as you rested your body down.

You sighed. You knew you weren't going to die, but you were hungry. You cursed at your insolent brain. How do you forget about food?!

Your stomach growled. You frowned as you felt your face: muddy, and dry. Lips chapped. Nails caked in dirt.

You chuckled. Mother always scolded you for being a dirty person. You never really liked wearing dresses, so one day, when your father was still alive, he asked a friend of his to tailor you a huntress uniform. You were wearing it now.

The beautiful and handcrafted design was sparkling white and a touch of light blue at the trimmings. It was more of a tailcoat, actually. It had a hood and you wore it a lot, but sometimes you took it off. Father also purchase breeches, but modified it to fit a female figure. You loved it. You were wearing it right now actually. You asked father where did he get them, but he only smiled and told you it was a secret.

You cursed loudly at your leg that was starting to numb. You closed your eyes.

'Better just sleep here...in the rain.' You mentally swore. You relaxed in the mud and rain until a voice startled you.

"Do you need help?" The voice asked.

Your eyes shot open. "Who are you? Show yourself." You commanded. The voice chuckled.

A male, judging on the voice, came out. He wore a tailcoat similar to yours, but his bigger and darker blue. He had a bow and arrow and a hatchet of some sort. He smiled.

"Would you like some help now?" He asked, nodding at your leg. You grunted.

"Yes...please." You responded. He nodded, picking you up easily. You were astonished by his strength.

"Is it alright if I run? I don't want you to catch a cold. It would be faster as well." He said politely, starting to jog. You nodded.

He began running. Really quickly. Your leg felt really numb; you hoped you didn't have to cut it off...

The generally young man swiftly brought you to a large house, you recognizing it Davenport...something. You forgot.

He knocked on the door. "Old man? I need your help!" He shouted.

"Ahhh! You always need me, you- Oh? Oh! Come in!" The old man ushered him and you into the house. The old man instructed the young one to place you onto the bed. You sighed at the soft heaven.

"May I?" The old man asked. You nodded stiffly. He gingerly took off your boot and rolled your pant leg and you hissed, feeling the sting of pain.

"Sorry, sorry." He muttered, tying a splint to your leg. The one that saved you watched from behind the chair, hood still covering his face. You squinted, trying to see his face. He straddled a chair, getting comfortable.

"How did you not feel that?" The old man asked, astonished. You shrugged.

"My father taught me how to climb, so breaking bones is normal to me..." You mumbled. The old man stood up from his creaky back and grunted.

"I am Achilles. You are?" He offered.

"I am (y/n) Auzenne." You replied. He nodded.

"Connor? Why don't you introduce yourself?" Achilles waved the young man over. He shook his head.

"I apologize, but I am quite tired. If it's alright, I will speak to you tomorrow?" He asked politely. You nodded. This man helped you, so it was fair. Gosh, he is so polite.

"Goodnight (y/n) and old man." He muttered. You peeked under his hood and softly gasped.

He was handsome! And dashing...and...

"-I normally don't let people stay, but you seem tired and I feel like you're special somehow." Achilles grunted. You looked at him, puzzled.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"I am asking if you want to stay." He rolled his eyes. You facepalmed.

"Right...yes. If you don't mind." You hastily excused yourself.

He waved you off. "You will be sleeping in...hmm...Connor's room." He smiled.

You choked. "What?!"

He smiled innocently. "Is there a problem? His room is very easy to find."

You grit your teeth. You weren't used to be close to a male, other than your father.

"No... And thank you. Goodnight." You muttered, walking up the stairs. You have only met the man, and you knew he was smirking.

You cursed under your breath at the difficult time you were having heaving your leg onto each step. You made it to the top, looking for the man named Connor.

You found him, hands folded peacefully on top of his chest, staring at the ceiling. You timidly knocked on the slightly opened door.

"Um, Achilles said I had to sleep here...if you don't mind." You said embarrassingly. You hated being an intrusion. He turned his head at you.

"I do not mind. Here." Connor scooted over. You hobbled over and waved him off when he tried to help you. He lied down again.

You awkwardly laid next to him and tried to fall asleep. He eyes were closed under his hood, but you could tell he wasn't sleeping. You glanced down at the gauntlets on his forearms, admiring the intricate designs. They looked familiar some how...

Minutes passed and you still couldn't fall asleep. Your leg didn't hurt anymore; just a dull throb. Connor must have fell asleep because he looked completely relaxed. His back was turned to you. You sighed.

"Can't sleep?" He asked, scaring you. You pressed your hand onto you chest. He is so quiet!

"My golly, Connor! You scared me! And yes, I can't sleep." You whined. He nodded, still not facing you.

"Maybe I will sleep on the floor. You aren't used to sleeping with another male, I presume?" He suggested. You shook your head immediately.

"No, no! It's alright!" You argured. You didn't want him to sleep on the floor! It was his house- well, technically Achilles' house, but still!

He shook his head, getting up and stretching. You groaned.

"It is alright. You need your rest and your leg needs room." He explained, already getting comfy on the hard floor.

As much as you hated him sleeping on the floor, you were grateful. He knew you weren't used to sleeping with another, and he offered to sleep elsewhere. Such a gentleman.

"Thank you, Connor." You yawned, sleep willing to kick in at any moment. You slumped your head down and passed out.

Connor only muttered and fell asleep, "...you're welcome..."

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Two hours later, Connor and you were still sleeping, but Achilles wandered about. He stopped at the entrance at Connor's room. He saw Connor on the hard ground, drooling, and you, sleeping soundly, but hair matted and frizzy. Achilles assessed what was happening and grumbled.

"You're such a gentleman, Connor. Why to her, if I may ask. Assassin-like love will spread to the air soon...better get ready...I swear, if I see you both creating babies on my house... I'll send the Templars over..."