Lady was the pet Saint Bernard of Dame Evie Frye, the twin sister of Sir Jacob Frye. She was named after Evie becoming Lady Frye who liberated London from the Templars in 1868. Following her harrowing confrontation with Jack the Ripper at Lambeth Asylum in late 1888, Evie’s life transitioned into a more scholarly rhythm. Splitting her years between the chaotic energy of London and the vibrant landscapes of British India alongside her husband, Henry Green, Evie required a companion that offered both comfort and absolute security, Evie adopted a clever Saint Bernard affectionately named "Lady" as part of her alignment of her own high-society status as a Dame of the Order of the Sacred Garter, perfectly filled that void. At dawn, Lady rested her heavy chin on the edge of the mattress, letting out a soft huff. Her large, furry tail wagged, giving a single, rhythmic thud against the wood of the floorboards. This was Evie Frye's morning routine: her trusted Saint Bernard would gently wake her mistress by licking her face, causing Evie to chuckle in her sleep. As the city woke, Evie would clip the heavy leather leash to Lady’s collar and step out into the bustling streets of the capital, the contrast between the woman and her companion was a striking sight. While Evie moved through the alleyways of London. With Evie and her beloved pooch Lady had strolled through London of the cobblestone streets, Clara O’Dea suddenly spotted them. The moment Lady caught the familiar scent of the street-savvy youth, she bounded ahead dragging the leash slightly in her eagerness as she began enthusiastically licking Clara's face. The local children, who were quick to follow, swarmed around Lady who was much more than a pet as the children bury their hands on her fur coat; she was the loyal heart of London. Despite her massive, formidable frame, Lady was a "gentle giant"—intelligent, deeply affectionate, and matching Evie's own meticulous, thoughtful nature as Lady became a beloved friend to Clara O’Dea and the Rooks, providing comfort and safety to the street children of London. Later that evening, as the violet dusk settles over London, the tranquility is shattered. Evie pauses, her senses tingling, but Lady already knows. A low, vibrating growl rumbles from her chest through the alleyways, a half-dozen Blighters emerge, along with high-ranking Templar agents, Lady springs forward before they can even coordinate their assault. With Lady tapping into her massive weight and instinct, she acts in direct tandem with Evie’s tactical combat style. Evie dodges a lead pipe and incapacitates the first assailant, while Lady barrels into the second, pinning him to the muddy cobblestones. With a ferocious bark and a mauling sweep of her paws, she completely paralyzes the thugs with fear. The sheer terror of this enormous beast is too much for the London gang. Terrified, a few thugs flee into the night, while those who stood their ground are swiftly neutralized, entirely helpless against the cunning Saint Bernard like Lady and the Assassin like Evie. Lady returns to Evie’s side, as Clara and the children rush over, praising the massive canine who has just, once again, saved their lives. With the Templar-backed Blighters long gone, Lady’s legend grows among the Rooks. Through the years, she remains a steadfast hero. As the 19th century marches forward to 1897, Britain prepares for Queen Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee. London blossoms with street fairs and celebratory banners, and Lady Frye—now aging gracefully but still deeply intelligent—stands as a silent, ever-watchful guardian. She watches quietly over Evie’s young grand-niece, Lydia Frye, during her early training in the ways of the Brotherhood. As the 19th century comes to a close, Lady remains vigilant protector. At the dawn of the 20th century, her legacy bridges the Victorian era and the approaching Edwardian period, a loyal, four-legged hero whose spirit is woven into the very fabric of the Assassin lineage. In the winter of 1907, Inside the study of Crawley House, Evie Frye's beloved Saint Bernard, Lady, was the British Brotherhood's unsung, furry guardian. She lay still upon her massive velvet rug. Her breathing, which had been the steady, rhythmic heartbeat of the sanctuary for over a decade, had finally stopped. Evie knelt beside her lifelong companion alongside Lydia, barely fourteen years old, her shoulders shaking with stifled sobs. Lady had been her guardian, her oversized pillow, and her fiercest protector since the day Lydia was born in 1893. "She is not truly gone, Lydia," Evie whispered, her voice thick with emotion but carrying the iron resolve of a Master Assassin. "Look around this room. Look at the scars on my wrists, at the blueprints on the table, at the very breath in your lungs. We are only here because Lady willed it so. Her Creed was as absolute as ours. "Beyond her gentle soul, Lady was a fearless protector who saved on multiple occasions. Her heroic spirit anchored the Assassins long after her passing in 1907, leaving a legacy that ultimately guided Evie’s grandniece, Lydia, during World War I. Nine years after Lady was laid to rest beneath the great oak tree in the courtyard, the world tore itself apart in the First World War. By 1916, London was a landscape of searchlights, zeppelins, and paranoia. Lydia, now a fully blooded Master Assassin, stood as the lone guardian of the capital while the men fought on the Western Front. The crisis reached its peak when a Templar Master Spy infiltrated the highest echelons of British Intelligence, leaking vital secrets directly to the German Empire. As Lydia hunted down and assassinated a German Master Spy who was leading a localized espionage ring in London, Lydia quote "Is that it then" and Winston Churchill replied "Well, there is still a war on". After the Ring Leader's death in 1916, Lydia returned to the Frye estate and defined her devotion to the Brotherhood."It is done, Aunt Evie," Lydia replied to the quiet room. "The Master Spy is long buried. The great war is over." Above the mantle hung a grand, gilded portrait. Lydia looked up into the sharp, wise eyes of her grand-aunt, Evie Frye and her beloved Saint Bernard Lady.
