A feeling of calmness washed over Alexandra, as she listened to the continuous trot of the horses pulling the carriage. The lanterns on the side of the carriage cast a dim light on everything within a five foot radius. While watching the flickering of the flame within the glass case her mind drifted through what just happened, and found herself becoming happier on how it went. Everything went smoother than she planned and she loved it that way. She thought surely she would have been severely injured considering the day she had earlier.<br/><br/>"You do realize you're bleeding, don't you?" mumbled the carriage driver as he glanced at her, "Your leg miss."<br/>Her eyes drifted down to her left leg seeing a small hole in her assassin uniform, blood coating the area. Her hands went down to meet it pulling the fabric apart. The cut wasn't deep so it didn't require stitches, but it hurt to the touch.<br/><br/>"Strange," she smiled a little as her left hand traveled to her hip for some medicine, "I didn't even feel it." She took out a small vile and poured the liquid on the cut. The small scratch stung slightly which made Alexandra cringe a little.<br/><br/>"It seems that lately the guards have been keeping their blades sharper than usual. Just yesterday I saw a guard cut a thief's hand clean off with on effortless swing!" returned the driver with a small smile.<br/>"That could be one reason why I felt nothing," She sighed, "That or I just had other things on my mind until now."<br/>"Well I can certainly understand why," he chuckled, "It isn't often when I get a note as urgent as the one you sent earlier, sure I owed you, but you could have given me a earlier notice. I barely even had time to prepare! Besides, doesn't it usually take planning on your part for things to go smoothly?"<br/><br/>"There was no time today my friend. This was a mission that needed delicate planning, but when you receive a mission that requires immediate assistance you don't hesitate where it could mean the cost of a family's life." she placed her hands in her lap, "I just had to be focused on what needed to be held important."<br/>"But the assassins will not be too pleased knowing you lost one."<br/>"That was of his own free will," She turned her eyes to him as her voice became harsh, "I could not change his mind, no force on this world could. So do not pin that blame on me."<br/>"I am just stating a fact, that is just another mission that you will have to go through." He retorted back, "Who's to say you will be as lucky the next time with your injuries?"<br/>"That is enough!" she hissed, "I do not wish to hear anymore. I will accept what the assassins feel is right for me. You, I feel, have no right to tell me my place or punishment. You forget too quickly who it was who saved your life."<br/>She folded her arms and returned her sight forward, seeing the city of Florence coming into the horizon, wishing for nothing but silence until they reached the gate.