Welcome back, my beauties! So, yes, this is the next in the series to Black Flag. I decided that this would be a trilogy, because there are three main, important, powerful women in this bloodline. This story is about Constance, Edward and Mai's daughter. If you haven't read Black Flag, but you don't really want to read it, feel free to ask for a bit of an update, and I will be happy to do it in the next chapter, I just don't want to waste my time unless someone really needs it :)

"That's not fair, Constance!" shouted Haytham. Constance smiled at her little brother, and decided to let him win this time. She had already beat him five times in a row.

"Constance, Haytham, come and eat!" shouted Tessa from inside the house.

"Race you", she smiled, running after Haytham. Of course, she let him win. Tessa smiled at Constance. She had her father's eyes, which made her wonder. He always did say that he found her at the door, not knowing who's child it was, but she knew it was only a heated lie. She also did know of his bachelor days, and his vivacious game he had with exotic women, for she was one of them.

Constance had white blonde hair, but her facial features were dark and distinct. There were dark brown, almost black, and she had long eyelashes, but they weren't long enough to cover her blue eyes. They were her father's eyes; she was sure of it. She did have strange Asian features, with a small button nose. She was definitely a needle in a hay stack when it came to living in England. Everyone here had thin eyebrows, and pale skin, but her skin was a perfect shade of bronze. Even though she was only eleven, Tessa had already started to envy her daughter for her beauty. She could see Edward's features slowly start to carve it's way to her face.

"When's father coming back?" asked Haytham. Tessa shook the silly thoughts away. She's a child, for Pete's sake, she thought.

"He has been gone for long", said Constance. Even her voice sounded like silk.

"He said he would be back soon", she snapped. Not even she knew if he would be back.

"He won't leave after this, will he?" asked Constance.

Tessa combed her fingers through Constance's long hair. "I hope so". She remembered as a child, how much she wanted to have long hair. It never really grew out, for even after years of not cutting it, it still remained at her shoulders.

Edward never let Constance have a real sword, or a real gun. He feared for her safety, but letter after letter, Tessa always wrote about the mischief Constance would get in to. Now his only fear was she wouldn't be able to defend herself if she got into danger. There was no holding her back; that he already knew. She was the mirror image of her mother, despite her blonde hair. Perhaps it was time, she learned the truth.

It was raining, as Edward made it back to his family. They whole time he thought about what he would say. He didn't know much about Mai. He didn't straightly know her past, other than she hated her father and Helen for some reason, and there was more to then home sickness when she went back to Thailand with his daughter still growing inside of her. Did she know that she bore a child inside of her?

The children were fast asleep, for it was far past his bedtime. He could tell Tessa missed him dearly, just by the way she helped him get his coat off, but he promised her he would meet her in bed after he kissed his daughter goodnight. She seemed a nit offended when he said daughter, not children. She always knew he favored Constance for a reason, or maybe it was that spark when he found her at the door.

He sneaked upstairs, be sure not to wake Haytham. He was always on his toes; he was a smart one, just like his father. He opened the door slowly, only to find Constance wide awake, sitting on her floor, reading a book that looked like it weighed more than her.

"Father!" she exclaimed. She ran up to hug him. He picked her up and spun her around.

"What'd ya reading there, lassie?" he said playfully, sitting her back on the ground. "It's about time you took your little nozzle to bed".

She closed to the book to show him the cover. "It's a book about sword fighting", she said proudly.

"You in to fighting, say?"

"I got me and and Haytham wooden swords to fight with", she said. "Don't ask how I fell upon it though, for that... That shall remain unspoken of". Edward laughed. She had her mother's wit. Lovely.

"Tell me, Constance. Have you ever wondered about your mother?" he asked.

"It's called a period, father. I would suspect you know that by now". He couldn't help but smiled again.

"I am your real mother". Constance stopped.

"You know about her?"

"Not much, but I can tell you this, I love her so much".

"I thought you love... Tessa", she said, saying her mother's name quite abruptly.

"It's complicated, you will understand when you are older. Anyway, I suppose she wanted you to have these", he said, pulling out a small package. It was brown and plain.

"She left these with me; she never really bothered to take them back. I suppose, if she were out there, somewhere, she would want you to have these". Constance opened the package. They were shiny, large, wrist- thingies.

"What are these?" asked Constance.

"They are hidden blades. You see, your mother and I were part of an organization called the Assassin's, and we fight for freedom".

"Freedom against what?" asked the curious Constance.

"Never mind that, you promise not to tell anyone about this. Not mother, not Haytham, no one". Constance nodded. "Well, Constance, my dear, welcome to the Brotherhood", he said, putting the blades on her wrist. From behind the door, little Haytham, newly awoken, overheard the conversation. Not Haytham, the words echoed in his head, as his little heart shattered to pieces.