"So, we're mercenaries now? Is that our ever so inconspicuous new cover story?"

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Lyanna POV

Marcus and I were roaming the streets of Camelot's market, trying to get to know our new home.

"Charming, isn't it?" I stated with a smile as my brown eyes watched the busy marketplace.

"I don't know what you're looking at, Cousin." The curly haired brunette chuckled, looking at the people around us with a raised brow. "But I believe you may want to rethink your idea of charming."

"Can you stop being a pessimistic broody twat for a moment, Marcus? You might actually enjoy yourself for once." I teased, throwing my arm around my cousin's shoulders.

"Oh, please! You love broody twats!" He joked with a mocking grin. "Or did you only like it when Robin did it?"

"Can you stop? It wasn't like that at all!" I denied with a groan, rolling my eyes at the mention of my ex boyfriend back in Nottingham. "And can you please stop mentioning that prick?"

"Oh, right..." Marcus hummed, before asking. "Are you still angry at him, because of the whole Mari–?"

"Yes, I am!" I cut him off, giving the curly haired man a stern look. "And please don't mention her either."

"Understood." He said with a nod, hands raised in surrender. "Changing the subject now."

"Thank you." I simply told my cousin, nodding gratefully at the idea. "So, what is it do we tell people that we do, when asked?"

"Easy, tell them that we're nomads or swords for hire. Nameless, faceless, invisible. As far as anyone knows, we're a pair of siblings that are just passing through, on our way to visit family in Attika."

"And our names? Surely, if we give people our real names, then they're going to eventually figure out who we really are." I ask, not at all convinced that Marcus' plan isn't going to backfire on us. "Besides, our accents are the only things that seem even remotely Greek about us. We look more English, thanks to our fathers."

"Oh, my cousin of little faith!" Marcus laughed with an amused smile. "Trust in the vision! The vision of Kassandra and Alexios!"

"Absolutely not! Cousin Kass would skin us alive and feed us to the wild boars for using hers and her dead twin's names!" I objected sending a scolding glare towards Markus. "Besides we haven't been back home in years! We're too pale now to even pass as Greek anymore!"

"Anna, I don't know if you know this but we're not in Greece or Sparta. I doubt any of these ilíthioi have ever actually seen someone that's from Attika, let alone Kephallonia!" He chuckled as we eyed the distracted villagers.

I thought for a moment, silence filling the previous conversation, until I chose to break it with my decision.

"Sell-swords, looking for work on our travels. That will explain all of our weapons and prominent scars."

"So, we're mercenaries now? Is that our ever so inconspicuous new cover story?" Marcus scoffed with a shake of his head. "We're supposed to not draw attention to ourselves and I doubt anyone would want assassins wandering around their village."

"Besides I'm sure that the brotherhood would skin us alive for exposing our identities as members to a bunch of townies." He continued, motioning towards a couple chasing after an escaped pig to the left of us.

I held in my snicker at the comical sight and continued down the road with Marcus.

"No one will know about our history with the Brotherhood or our real names." I spoke with finality, as we entered the tavern.