Gérald: Aveline, I’ve er… concocted a special instrument for you.

Aveline: A… parasol? I suppose I should thank you but–

Gérald: Allow me to er… demonstrate.

Gérald: See? Elegant and deadly, just like my lady.

Aveline: Monsieur Blanc, you do know me so well.

Happy birthday to Aveline de Grandpré, the elegant and deadly Assassin!

☼ 20 June 1747

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Aveline: Papa, you surprised me.

Philippe: I dared not interrupt. Your music is… breathtaking. I dare say you could stop a man’s heart.

Aveline: You flatter me too much, Papa. The credit belongs to my teacher, I am but an instrument of his will.

Philippe: How blessed we are with a daughter who uses her talents in peace… not to riot in the streets of New Orleans. There is so much unrest since the arrival of the Spanish…

Well, I don’t want to keep you from your practice. I simply came with a message from Monsieur Blanc. At your leisure, he requests your assistance at the warehouse. Do take care when you go. The streets are not safe for a lady.

Aveline: No need to worry, Papa.

Philippe: I will try to restrain myself. I know your charm and grace will protect you like armor.

Ezio: Good morning, father.

Giovanni: Come with me.

Ezio: Is something wrong?

Giovanni: Do you think me blind and deaf, son? I know all about your fight with Vieri de’ Pazzi last night. And then this little visit to Cristina!

Your behavior is unacceptable! It… it…

It reminds me of myself when I was your age!

Rodrigo: We did not agree to conquer Italia.

Cesare: If your brilliant Captain General says we can do it, why not rejoice and let it happen?

Rodrigo: You risk upsetting the delicate balance of control we have worked so hard to tighten.

Cesare: I appreciate all that you have done for me, but I have the army, so I am making the decisions.

Don’t look so glum, enjoy yourself.

Arno: Can’t I go with you, Father?

Charles: Courage, my boy.

Charles: You wait just here.

I will return when this hand reaches the top.

Arno: That’s forever!

Charles: Not as long as all that. And when I get back, we’ll see the fireworks.

And Arno? No ‘exploring,’ hmm?

Arno: Yes, Father.