After the Templars had left his quarters, Connor redressed and began to pace nervously. He had put the amulet back and locked the drawer. That much the Assassin could remember. But Lee was going to examine his office himself, and if anything was out of place - like those files upon the desk - his husband would know it somehow.
As the hours ticked by slowly, he attempted to lay down and rest, but ended up shifting restlessly. Sleep would not come. He eventually gave up as the sun began to rise. Another morning. A start of yet another day, he had been imprisoned in this infernal manor.
He tenses when there's a knock upon his bedroom door and tries to calm himself down when it's just the maids bringing in a wash basin and new clothes as per the usual. The Omega allowed them to help him dress. His weary mind was buzzing with all the mistakes he could have made in his sneaking around, or the consequences he would face if they were discovered. Would his husband truly keep his word of not turning his unruly wife over to his Templar brother's devices?
Connor shivered as he remembered those cold and cruel looks given to him and their history of bloodshed. Or of the tortured and pained look in Achilles' eyes when he mentioned having to retrieve the bodies of his apprentices after they had been put on public display. Those two may not kill him (physically) but Charles may have no problems keeping his wife in line... after he was reduced to a living doll for breeding purposes.
"Mister Lee?"
He jerks his head up when Mary takes a tentative step towards him. The head maid appears to be annoyed by his lack of attention, but there's a hint of concern in her eyes as she glances at his shaking hands. Connor takes a steady breath, in attempt to calm himself.
"What is it?" he asks softly.
"Breakfast is ready."
He would have scoffed and refused to eat. The Omega doubted that he would be able to hold down any food as long as Frederico Perez and Gerhard von Stantten were in a hundred mile radius of him. However, the decision was not his to make.
"Master Lee and Mister Kenway insist you join them."
Connor felt the blood drain from his face.
His father was here?
A sudden and horrid thought came to him. What if... what if his father had never left the manor. That amulet had been in Haytham's possession since he left London. The Gransmaster also knew that he possessed an artifact from Those Who Came Before. What if this had all been a setup?
No... it couldn't be. There was no way his father would have known he would sneak around in the middle of the night and search Lee's office. There was no way he would know that the two artifacts would react in such a way once in close proximity to another... could he?
"Mister Lee..." Mary stressed as she called out to him for what was probably the tenth time. "They are waiting."
Connor finally stood up from the bed, glanced down at Captain Kidd's ring that was now visible upon his finger, and swallowed hard. Slowly the Assassin walked towards the door, resigning himself to whatever fate laid in store for him.
A/N: Okay, I'm sorry for all the cliffhangers, really.
Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 40c/?
After the Templars had left his quarters, Connor redressed and began to pace nervously. He had put the amulet back and locked the drawer. That much the Assassin could remember. But Lee was going to examine his office himself, and if anything was out of place - like those files upon the desk - his husband would know it somehow.
As the hours ticked by slowly, he attempted to lay down and rest, but ended up shifting restlessly. Sleep would not come. He eventually gave up as the sun began to rise. Another morning. A start of yet another day, he had been imprisoned in this infernal manor.
He tenses when there's a knock upon his bedroom door and tries to calm himself down when it's just the maids bringing in a wash basin and new clothes as per the usual. The Omega allowed them to help him dress. His weary mind was buzzing with all the mistakes he could have made in his sneaking around, or the consequences he would face if they were discovered. Would his husband truly keep his word of not turning his unruly wife over to his Templar brother's devices?
Connor shivered as he remembered those cold and cruel looks given to him and their history of bloodshed. Or of the tortured and pained look in Achilles' eyes when he mentioned having to retrieve the bodies of his apprentices after they had been put on public display. Those two may not kill him (physically) but Charles may have no problems keeping his wife in line... after he was reduced to a living doll for breeding purposes.
"Mister Lee?"
He jerks his head up when Mary takes a tentative step towards him. The head maid appears to be annoyed by his lack of attention, but there's a hint of concern in her eyes as she glances at his shaking hands. Connor takes a steady breath, in attempt to calm himself.
"What is it?" he asks softly.
"Breakfast is ready."
He would have scoffed and refused to eat. The Omega doubted that he would be able to hold down any food as long as Frederico Perez and Gerhard von Stantten were in a hundred mile radius of him. However, the decision was not his to make.
"Master Lee and Mister Kenway insist you join them."
Connor felt the blood drain from his face.
His father was here?
A sudden and horrid thought came to him. What if... what if his father had never left the manor. That amulet had been in Haytham's possession since he left London. The Gransmaster also knew that he possessed an artifact from Those Who Came Before. What if this had all been a setup?
No... it couldn't be. There was no way his father would have known he would sneak around in the middle of the night and search Lee's office. There was no way he would know that the two artifacts would react in such a way once in close proximity to another... could he?
"Mister Lee..." Mary stressed as she called out to him for what was probably the tenth time. "They are waiting."
Connor finally stood up from the bed, glanced down at Captain Kidd's ring that was now visible upon his finger, and swallowed hard. Slowly the Assassin walked towards the door, resigning himself to whatever fate laid in store for him.
A/N: Okay, I'm sorry for all the cliffhangers, really.