Its about teenage assassins who fall in love, Ana and Mae. Its a femmeslash, so they’re both girls.

We both stared over the crumbling crenelations for a moment, perfectly mute. I barely breathed, but her breath was coming in sharp bursts, like she had been running.
“My real name is Gemaemae. I was the only daughter of the Lord on house Itélon, and this was his house. He was one of the most influential Lords in the Kingdom, but he had trouble at home. It’s surprising how much I remember, really. I was only six. My mother had been having an affair for as long as I can remember, but I’m pretty sure I’m her husband’s child. His mind was slipping; he was very old. There was trouble at Court, as usual, he was drinking more, my mother was becoming more distant and I think his mind just – snapped. He set fire to the house. He poured his strong alcohol all over the house, and it went up in flames. No one would believe it was him, he was too well respected. Both he and my mother died that day. I got out, but not before I saw my mother. Her dress was on fire, and it was eating her up. Her hair was blazing, turning from pale gold to black and falling off her head, her screams echoing around the street. Her skin cracked and her blood boiled and sizzled in the heat, scalding her. I can never get the pictures out of my mind. Never. I ran as quickly as I could, bawling in front of the inferno that had been my home. It took six years to start to build my life, and all of a day to destroy everything I knew. A distant relative of my mother’s spirited me away, uncertain that I was legitimately my father’s. They put me in the Assassin’s Guild, and everyone outside it forgot all about little Gemaemae, so I became Mae. I wouldn’t be the only one without a past there. I was left without an inheritance or family or home. I have nothing left to live for. I should have died with my parents.” She spat the last words bitterly.
“No.” I breathed dreamily.
“Yes. And you can’t stop me, Ana. Good bye,” She said, voice dropping to an almost sadistic whisper. My eyes grew wide, realizing what she meant to do. I lunged forward, grabbing out. She landed a kick square on my chest that knocked the air out of me. Dizzy and struggling to breathe, I got to my feet. She leaned dangerously over the wall, head, shoulders and half her arms obscured. Coughing, I lunged again, succeeding in clinging onto her wrist as she pulled her feet up. They swung crazily, but I held on tight. Her pale skin grew red under the pressure, and I tugged with all my strength. Bracing my feet, I yanked her back. She fell against me, and I closed my arms around her thin form, partly to stop her jumping, partly to comfort her. And maybe me as well. She struggled at first, pushing against my trained arms, then the wriggles subsided and I uncoiled my arms, and she laid almost still, body wracked with little sobs.
“All I’ve ever wanted was to be loved. Since the fire, no one cared about me. All the other neophytes thought I was a freak, the instructors ignored me and the Guildmaster never even turned his eye near to me.” She wailed. “I should have died with my parents. I should have-“
“No. If you died, I would have nothing to live for,” I whispered. I was so intensely aware of her body next to mine; little sparks could have been flying between us. I loosened my grip, unsure how she would react. If she reacted badly, I would have jumped myself. I could barely breathe. I swallowed hard, waiting. I lay there next to her, just waiting. I couldn’t, wouldn’t wait forever. She had to speak sometime. It seemed live forever though.
“I – I –“She began, and then dissolved into harder tears. She rolled over, her clothes tearing a little on the brick shards, clinging to me like I was the last safe place in the world. I tucked my hand around her waist and pulled her up, so we were both sitting. I stroked her hair, the light brown curls rippling under my fingers. She laid her head under my chin, and I put my arms around her shoulders. It was getting dark by the time her sobs began to quiet, and my own shirt was soaked through with her tears.
“Mae?” I said quietly.
“Mmm?” she mumbled into my shirt.
“Look at me, please.” She raised her head. Her eyes were puffy and her skin was damp, but a long, shallow gash ran down the side of her face. I pulled a relatively clean rag out of my pocket and began rubbing at her face, rhythmically in little circles, purposely avoiding the cut. It looked raw and sore, and I didn’t want to hurt her right now. “We have to get back soon, Mae. It’s not safe out here at night.”

beneath the crenelations are the ruins of Mae’s house, btw.
this is the next chapter….