The Assassin's Wife PrussiaxReader Part 3

It didn't take long to find the nearest house down a ways for poor (your name) and (son's name). The two friendly owners of the house let them in without needing to know who they were, seeing the child was well enough. (Your name) began to cough vitiously while her son was holding her close.
"Why are you two out so early?! It's nearly dawn!" cried the older woman, who had put down her own needle and thread to give (your name) a hand.
"Fire." (s/n) replied bluntly. "My father is gone."
(your name) warpped an arm around the boy and kissed his cheek. He had no idea how proud she was of him. If only Gilbert were here...
"Where's your husband?!"
(Your name) didn't want to answer that.
'Oh well he left in the middle of night and we never saw him again because our house burnt down.' was what young (your name) thought, but it would only hurt the woman. All she was trying to do was help.
"We don't know where he is right now.." was all (your name) could mumble. "I don't know where he goes at night."
"Maybe he's-"
A pause caused the woman to stop in mid-sentence. Now (your name) was furious.
"Maybe he likes time alone!" (your name) knew that the old woman had changed her sentence. She was going to say something else.
"Have you ever seen in around?" you asked giving the woman a little glare.
She nodded.
"White hair? Red eyes? All the time! He scoots by all the time! Always comes back and gives us some of his hunt! He's such a dear!"
(your name) could hardly hear this. The woman spoke as if she knew him better than his own wife did. It began to send her off the edge.
"Do you know why he leaves all the time?" you asked leaning back into the comfy chair that was offered to you.
"How should I know? My husband speaks to him, not me."
(S/n) scooted into his mothers lap and cuddled into the warm blanket. (Your name) sighed, only wishing for her husband.
'What IS he?'

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     Another crack of the whip boomed throughout the city. Gilbert turned to his left to only be confronted by a bunch of people. Althought they weren't coming to see HIM, but were running through the town to the counrtyard where this weeks 'hangings' were being held. Gilbert watch them run with glee, hoping to hear the news of the dead assassin.
'I'm not dead. I'm more alive than any of you.' he frowned before looking around. 'I'm to awesome to die like that..'
"Hey you!"
Gilbert looked back to see a young boy standing in front of him.
"What iz it kid?" the assassin looked down on the boy with dark hair and a dirty face.
"You shouldn't be here. Not at all."
Gilbert keanlt down to his eye-level and looked in stright in the eye.
"But I must. How else will I avenge my wife and child?"
The boy gulped loudly, then handed the man in front of him an apple.
"Gilbert..my dad misses you!"
Gilbert laughed before biting into the apple.
"I know. How are you Pablo?"
The boy smiled at his friend before pulling him through the city.
"The hangings are at four. You'll have time to see them later, first you must see my father!"

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       After being given another warm blanket, a few articles of clothing, and some food, (your name) and her son finally trotted off to the nearest city.
"Maybe father's in town." (s/n) replied grabbing on to the reigns of the house along with his mother. She only sighed in defeat. No point in crushing him, they were already having a bad enough time as it is.
"I bet he is! We'll find him mommy!"
(Your name) couldn't help but smile at her child.
"Okay then. That's where we'll go."

     After a few hours of walking and riding, they finally rode into town. A large group of people were surrounding the court yard.
"You think father's out there?" (s/n) asked looking up to his mother.
Loud screams of happiness filled the area.
"The assassin's dead!"
"Paise the Lord!"
(Your name) suddenly gasped, when she law a long row a people handing by a rope in front of them.
"Don't look (s/n)!" (your name) cried covering her son's eyes.
More shouts of happiness came.
"The assassin's dead!"
"The white-haired man is gone for good!"
"No more red eyes of the night!"
(Your name)'s face suddenly went white. That her HER husband they were talking about.
He was an assassin. That's why he left so often, and always on the move. He lied to her this whole time..and their son..
(Your name) turned the horse around, hoping to stop the tears that were already filling her face.
"Mommy what's wrong?"
She cried harder at the sound of her son's voice. He looked exactly like his father.
"We need to go now." (your name) replied stepping off the horse. "We'll go find a new home."
"What about father?"
(Your name) tried to keep from falling to the ground in sorrow, but she stiffened up a little when a hand touched her back.
"Who are YOU?!" (your name) cried seeing a large group of men surrounding her. They didn't even realize that the boy on the horse were hers.
"She'll be fine. We needed a few more anyway."
One of them grabbed her arm, while the other tied something around her neck. Within moments, she was being dragged away, with her son crying his eyes out, but he was to small to jump off the hourse and chase them.