Jacob Frye x Reader

Chapter 39 - Motion to Impeach

"Hm? Oh, yes, yes. It's, ah, just this way. Follow me, Sergeant. But discreetly, if you would. One doesn't like to be seen airing a fellow member of Parliament's dirty linen, wot?" One of the politicians said.

"I'll be very discreet." I said as we begin walking. "Usually, I would be in disguise, but my clothes all fell into the Thames. One of my favourite disguises is a very ancient old lady, modelled after my mother. You'd be surprised how convincing I am. A tough old bird she was. Actually had a facial hair problem. We'd sell the hair for dolls. Please let me know if I am speaking too much. I am prone to flights of fancy." We had finally arrived at the office, where the politician then knocked on the door.

"Password?" I hear a man say, most likely a Templar.

"I beg your pardon?" The politician says.

"No password, no passage."

"Do you know who I am? I'm a member of Parliament, you cretin!"

"No password, no passage." The politician shook his head and left, leaving me to do what I need to do. I simply knocked on the door and waited.

"Password?"

"Balaclava." Not too long later, the door was opened.

"Come in." The moment I saw the templar was when I used my hidden blade and stabbed him in the neck, quickly killing him and closed the door behind me. No need to alert Cardigan, who had his back turned the entire time, of my presence after all.

"Ah, Minister Hacker. One moment. Dashed paperwork will be the death of us, wot? Give me a stout horse and a sabre and I'd have this government running as smoothly as Henley Regatta, hm. But needs must and all that. Let's see...sign here...initial...initial...and...done!" After Cardigan was done talking, he turned around. "Now, then. Let's discuss this like gen – good God! Who the bloody he-"

"Oh, shut up." Was the only thing I said as I slashed him across the throat with both of my hidden blades.

"Coward! Villain! Alas, that the hero of Balaclava should fall not on the glorious fields of Crimea, but to an Assassin's blade in the very halls of power!"

"Are you finished yet?"

"Take your bow, knave, for you have managed what no Russian battery, what no Indian tiger could achieve! Claim your trophy, and may you choke on it!"

"Yes, but do tell me more about Balaclava."

"Farewell! Farewell, dear Britannia! Your dawn shall be dimmer that the Earl of Cardigan sees it not!" All I could do was roll my eyes at this point.

"God save the Queen and the 11th Hussars!" And he finally dies.

"What a prick..." I smeared my handkerchief with Cardigan's blood and escaped the Palace of Westminster

End of POV

Another day is upon us, and I'm in my room doing absolutely nothing. Thankfully, father didn't find out that I snuck out yesterday, or else he would probably have my head. I'm simply lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as I recall the flashbacks I've been having, but not even remembering them ever happening. It's confusing me, but a part of me feels as if I shouldn't tell my father about them, though I don't seem to understand why I'm feeling like that.

"(Name)." I heard my father say as he knocked on my door.

"Yes, father?" I replied, and he entered my room.

"There is someone here that I would like for you to meet. He's in my office, waiting for us." All I did was get up from my bed and walked with him to his office. 'I wonder who this man is. And why does father want me to meet him?' I thought as we walked. It wasn't long before we arrived at his office. Upon entering, I saw an unfamiliar man.

"I assume this here is your daughter?" The man said as he saw me.

"Yes, and I trust that you will take care of her for me for the next few days." Father said, and all I could do was look at him in confusion.

"Look after me?" I said.

"I have some business that needs attending to and I worry about leaving you here. I know I said that you need to stay here, but not by yourself. This man here will be taking care of you for the next few days. Once I've dealt with my business, you'll be home again."

"Don't worry darlin', you'll be very much entertained. I happen to own the Alhambra Music Hall, where only the finest performances can be found. Drinks, dancing and nothing but a good time, I can promise you that." I couldn't help but find myself intrigued at the mention of performances.

"Why, I find myself intrigued by the sound of these performances. It would be wonderful to see them." I couldn't help but feel excited at the mere thought of it.

"Just remember to take your cloak with you and try not let anyone see your face. We wouldn't want anyone causing any trouble." Father said.

"It's a small price to make, but of course father. I do hope whatever it is that needs to be done goes well." I said to father before turning back to the man I still yet to know the name of. "And thank you as Mr...?"

"Maxwell Roth my dear, at your service."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Roth."