Jacob's POV
"Another day on the job...another day without (Name)..." I said in a low tone, making sure that no one could hear me.
"What was that, Jacob?" Evie said as she turned towards me.
"Nothing, oh dear sister of mine." Just as I was about to walk off the train, Evie stopped me and said,
"Any news on the whereabouts of (Name)?" Just the mention of her name has my heart clenching. 'Bloody hell, Jacob. Get a hold of yourself. This is not the time to be feeling anything when you have a damn job to do.'
"Not a word I'm afraid. I swear I caught a glimpse of her before, but then she would've come up to me if it was her, right?"
"Jacob..."
"Anyway, I've got some dealings in politics today, so I'll be off now." I quickly left the train before anything else could be said. 'I don't want to talk about (Name), I'd rather see her, talk to her, and hopefully sort out whatever it is that's between us. Only question is, when will that be?' Was all I could think about as I made my way to the Palace of Westminster.
It wasn't long before I reached my destination. I scaled up one of the buildings and activated my eagle vision to survey the area. One thing I saw was a politician speaking to a man who looked to be of use to me, one way or another.
"What's this nonsense about needing a password to see Lord Cardigan today?" The politician said.
"Relax. I've got it in my pocket." The man said as he placed his hand on the pocket where the password is located. 'That would appear to be useful.' I thought as I looked around some more.
"Look sharp, men. Allow no one past unless I authorize them." A policeman says to his men. However, there appears to be something shady about them. 'I'll need to be careful around those men. I don't think they have anything to do with Freddy.' I slightly turned around to see inside the building.
"Cardigan has gone too far this time! I've a mind to contact Scotland Yard myself." Another politician said. 'Seems like we have a few who oppose Cardigan, good to know.' I looked around once more and saw the men who would meet my blade today.
"Come now, gentlemen, I'd thought us united in opposition against this perfidious law." There was something about him that had me itching to allow him the privilege of meeting my blade fast. 'First things first, the password.' I thought as I deactivated my eagle vision. There were a lot of guards around the place, so I knew I had to be as discreet as possible if I wanted to get that password.
As quietly as I could, I stalked the man with the password, making sure to stay far away from th guards as I could. While the man seemed a little too distracted by something in front of him, I took the opportunity to get as close as possible and stole the password from his pocket.
"Balaclava'. Of course it bloody is." I said as I read the password. With that out of the way, I made my way to the policeman I spotted before. Before he had any time to process what's happening, I grabbed his arm and held it behind his back. "I just need to get inside. No need for this to get messy." I said
"All right, all right! Just don't hurt me!" With the policeman, it was a piece of cake walking into the Minister Hall. 'Next stop, the politician who's opposing Cardigan.'
"Pardon me, gentlemen, Sergeant Freddy Abberline of Scotland Yard. Where might this scandalous activity be taking place?" I said as I approached him. 'Surely Freddy won't mind if I just borrow his name.'
"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."