A/N- This is the last chapter of this story, I hope that you have enjoyed it.

"The woman has turned from being a Boyle's daughter to being a whaler's lover."

A Boyle's Daughter

Julia sits in the familiarity silk of her chair, her long fingers caressing her chin as she stares longingly into the flames roaring in her hearth, her eyes glowing an unearthly blue. Thomas sits on the windowsill looking upon the world before him, his mask thrown onto the floor and his gloved hands clenching and unclenching.

She sighs to herself and looks at him. "Thomas," she begins. "You know of aristocracy, I cannot-"

"Love me?" he interrupted, glancing over at her. "I know your feelings for me Julia, but I can't believe you'd let this stand in front of it..."

"Thomas please," she begs, standing gracefully from her chair. "I... I don't know what to do."

Thomas stares at her, his face contorted into guilt and sadness. "I guess this is the time to say it then, considering ti will help us both."

He groans and stands up, his hands staying away from his wrists as he glances out of the window. "I am moving my followers to Serkonos."

"What?" she gasps, rubbing her bare neck. "What of Dunwall? I thought you could recreate the Whaler hideout in the Flooded District."

"Old Flooded District," he growls. "The Empress emptied the streets and people have flooded back in, that place is too crowded for my followers to stay."

"But surely there is other places that are less crowde-"

"Julia, it is not just that!" Thomas snaps, spinning around to face her. "The memories, all that happened. They affected me as well as my followers, Serkonos is as populated as Dunwall, there is jobs that we can do there. A fresh start."

"So you're leaving," Julia grumbled, crossing her arms. "Leaving me..."

"You don't have to stay here," he proposed, moving closer to Julia. He grabs her shoulders tightly and stares straight into her eyes, which were glazed with sadness. "Come with me, leave everything behind."

"What of the Boyle name?" she asks, shaking her head. "It will fall into history if I go to Serkonos, one of the richest fmailies in Dunwall will-"

"You can have your name and misery Julia," he whispers, his face calm and controlled. "Or you can have happiness and lose it..."

"Don't make me chose Thomas," she pleads, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. "Please."

Pushing himself away from her, Thomas stares at her with grief and sighs. "It seems that you already have."

He looked away from Julia, unable to look upon her pale face and storms out of the door, the sound of it slamming hangs heavy in the air as Julia stares at it. She shuffles to her chair and collapses into the comfort of it, staring into the flames once more as tears fall down in sorrow. Suddenly she hears the opening of the door, but she does not tear her gaze from the fire, until she feels a limp hand on her shoulder and a whispered. "Lady Boyle?"

She quickly turns her head and sees a maid, one of the senior ones that catered her when Julia was younger, as well as the Boyle sisters. Her wisp white hair is tied back into a tight bun, her kind blue eyes looking at Julia's grief-stricken face. "Lady Boyle, may I tell you something?"

"What is it Diana?" she asks. Diana smiles and moves so she is in front of Julia, holding her youthful hand in her wrinkled ones.

"Go with your love Lady Boyle," she smiles. "Don't let your name cause you misery."

"But my mother, my aunts, they held this name before themselves..."

"And look where that has got them," Diana frowns, shaking her head. "Misery and death, for once Julia, will you not honour their sacrifices and make a life for yourself."

Silence falls onto the room like an illness, Julia removing her hands from Diana's and stands up, moving to the window and watching the world. "Leave Diana, leave me in peace."

The old maid stands, bows to her master and walks out of the room, closing the door more softly than Thomas had. Julia stands there and watches, spotting Thomas running across the rooftops away from her household with two of his followers. Words that the maid spoke runs in her mind as she thinks, before turning away from the window and closing the curtains.

-f-

The smell of the saltwater stings Thomas' nostrils as he stares into the great abyss of water, the ship in which he would leave Dunwall floats on the rolling surface, his followers piling onto it one by one, Lydia standing by his side as he watches on. "What of Julia?"

"You know what of her," he mumbles bitterly. "She is not coming."

Sadness masks her face as Lydia nods, moving away from her master as she boards the ship, leaving Thomas to watch the sea by himself. His heart feels heavy as he turns to board the ship, before the sound of a rail-car clanging echos in his ear, causing the whaler to turn around. His breath hitches as he sees Julia stepping out, his fears that she is just here to wish him off escalating.

She walks up to him and smiles. "Are we leaving now?"

"We?" he stutters, a dumbfounded look on his face. "You're coming with me?"

She nods and smiles, her eyes shining in a happiness that she hadn't felt in a long time. "There is nothing left here for me. The Empress and her dog were responsible for my mother's death, my aunt is in Serkonos and the other one dead and I would have lost my love."

She moves closer to his face and whispers in his ear. "I chose happiness."

Eyes sparkle with excitement as Thomas brings his lips to hers as they share a kiss, her arms wrapping around his muscular neck and her eyes flutter close, both sharing in the enjoyment of each other's company. Finally pulling apart, they look at the ship togther, Julia slipping her hand into Thomas' gloved one. "Stay with me."

"Of course," he chuckles. "My Lady."

They board the ship and soon enough it urges forward into the rolling waves, the whalers watching the city of Dunwall, of their pasts and misfortune disappearing into the distance. Julia watches with somewhat sadness as her childhood, her family history and all the fame that came with it disappears in the distance. She leans against the rail as Lydia appears by her side, nudging her in the shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she mumbles. "I guess I'll miss Dunwall."

"We all will..." Lydia sighs. "So what will you do know?"

Julia looks at her, the sound of the rolling waves and distant whale songs filling the air. "I don't know, I guess I'll live with you guys. It's funny, I was an aristocrat, I was rich and miserable, I was a Boyle's daughter but now..."

She pauses, staring up at the clear blue sky, seagulls cawing up in the blue beyond. "I'm free..."

A/N- Apologies for the shortness.