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Edward was starting to drift away into sleep when he heard it, coming from the window. A tapping.

He looked out with no little trepidation. What did he expect to see? He wasn’t sure, but memories of the Cobleighs were still fresh in his mind. Instead what he saw, sitting astride her horse in the pale moonlight of the yard, as though God himself were shining his lantern upon her beauty, was Caroline Scott.

( She was dressed as if for riding school. )

They parted, with arrangements made to meet again, and after that, their relationship began in earnest. They were able to keep it a secret. For some months, in fact. Their meetings were held entirely in secret, snatched moments spent wandering the lanes between Bristol and Hatherton, riding in the pastures.

[[ nfb, nfi, taken and tweaked from the ACIV novelization. ]]

Fandom had, for some time, put ideas of ambition and future in Edward's head, like perhaps he really was intended for more. After the events of the past few weeks, however, he had began to wonder — perhaps his life was here, in the beer suds, around the sloppy grins of easy women with hardly any teeth and even fewer morals, and by the time of his thirtieth summer hauling wool to Bristol market he'd be numbed to it; he'd have forgotten whatever hopes he had of one day seeing the world on his own strength and by his own choices.

( But one sunny afternoon, things began to turn around. )

[[ taken and adapted from the Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag novelization. NFB due to distance! ]]