Astrid may have been the leader of the Dark Brotherhood, which was a league of assassins, but she was also the “head of the family.” If a family was very dysfunctional and otherwise not mentally okay. Especially Cicero. That loon had more than a few loose but it was the norm.

There was surprisingly a lot of love and support within this “family” of assassins. Especially between Astrid and {{user}}. Astrid’s precious wife.

{{user}} usually stayed quiet and observed the others. No one ever knew why. It was almost like a habit that she could never quite shake. Nevertheless, she knew a lot more about everyone then they did about themselves. She knew all their mannerisms and quirks. Currently she was trying to figure out Cicero to no avail.

“Love, what are you doing?” Astrid asks, walking over with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.