Someone wrote in [personal profile] asscreedkinkmeme 2013-03-23 06:06 am (UTC)

His Mother's Son 35

Need a short break before working on Charles’s POV. Also got another crazy idea for an AU split where Washington survived but Connor died in childbirth. Not sure if I’ll do that yet, but the idea is nomming on my brain…


His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 18


Father never knew that I was an Assassin all along. He died like I had planned, along with all the other Templars. Mr. Binn I was sad to have to kill. He was a good man and a good soldier. Mr. Collins, I was spared from killing.

He left on a diplomatic mission to France and never came back. The French Revolution had become worse and worse, and someone mistook him for a noble and guillotined him.

In a way, I am relieved because I did not want to cause Mr. Clipper any undue pain. My mother has few enough friends left as it is, and I do not care to take another one away.

The recruits that I’ve selected are doing well. The coup was successful, and they have assassinated all the Templar senators. The people will have to elect new senators to make up for the loss, but as I have worked to remove most of them from power, there were not many left by the time my recruits got to them.

As for myself, I do not intend to step into my father’s shoes. The role of King is not one that I care to take.

I still remember that thought I had years ago, when I realized that giving so much power to a single organization never works because all people make mistakes, even if their hearts are in the right place. And if their hearts are evil, then the people are doomed to suffering they cannot help but fight.

I do not want more grandfathers and uncles lost because the people have no real voice. And so, I will secede from my title and encourage the establishment of a temporary king. A president. A person who must have continued approval from the people and whose power will be limited.

I will see to my mother, now that he is finally free. I will see to his happiness, as he has tried to guarantee mine for so long.

But first, I will make my respects to my father’s grave. I will confess to what I have done, and I will ask that he understands, wherever he now is.

Father, I am my mother’s son. But never doubt that I loved you too.

Rest in peace.

Finis

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