Lydia Frye (1893 – 1939) was a member of the British Brotherhood of Assassins, the wife of Sam Crowder, the grandniece of Evie Frye and the granddaughter of Jacob Frye. In 1897, when Lydia was just four, London had celebrated Queen Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee. Lady, Evie Frye’s Saint Bernard, as a vital, unsung guardian of the British Brotherhood during the 19th and early 20th centuries between the Victorian and Edwardian eras protecting Lydia throughout her youth until her eventual passing at Crawley House in 1907. In the winter of 1907, the British Brotherhood lost a key pillar of their sanctuary. Lady, Evie's massive Saint Bernard, peacefully passed away on her velvet rug inside Crawley House. She had been a steadfast, breathing heartbeat for the Assassins, offering comfort and protection from the day Lydia was born in 1893, kneeling beside her grandniece who is barely fourteen years old and shaking with sobs, Evie embraced her grief while retaining the iron resolve of a Master Assassin. Evie sought to comfort the young girl, reminding her that the Brotherhood's very survival through the turbulent Victorian era was a testament to the dog’s absolute loyalty and unwavering creed. placed a firm, calloused hand on her grandniece’s trembling shoulder. "She is not truly gone, Lydia," Evie whispered. Her voice cracked with emotion, but underneath lay the iron resolve of a Master Assassin. "Look around this room. Look at the scars on my wrists, at the hidden 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." To the Brotherhood, she was a fearless protector and unsung hero who saved members on multiple occasions, acting as a buffer against Templar threats in the 1890s. Lady was laid to rest beneath the great oak tree in the Crawley House courtyard, her heroic spirit endured. Lady's heroic spirit had never truly left Crawley House. The lessons of vigilance, loyalty, and fierce protection remained anchored in Lydia’s heart. They became the foundation of her own resolve, guiding her through the rigorous training that followed. Nine years after her passing, the First World War raged across Europe, bringing the conflict straight to the dark, rain-slicked streets of London. As the German Zeppelins loomed in the sky and Templar plots threatened to destabilize the home front, Lydia Frye stood on the rooftops, cloaked in her Assassin robes. She was no longer the weeping child on the velvet rug. She was a lethal Master Assassin, fighting her own war in the shadows. And as she looked out over the burning city, she could still feel the phantom warmth of the giant dog who had taught her what it truly meant to protect the innocent. As the war raged on in 1916, she assassinated the German Master Spy who was leading the localized espionage ring, cutting off the Templar transmission at its root, Lydia quote "Is that it then", Churchill replied "Well, there is still a war on," with the Ring Leader's death secured, Lydia slipped away into the night. She returned to the quiet sanctuary of the Frye estate, leaving the chaos of the blitzed city behind. Stepping into the grand parlor, she shed her hood, the silence of the house offering a heavy, grounding comfort. She stood before the hearth to define her lifelong devotion to the Brotherhood."It is done, Aunt Evie," Lydia replied to the quiet room, her voice a solemn vow to the empty air. "The Master Spy is long buried. The great war is over." Above the mantle hung a grand, gilded portrait, untouched by the dust of the passing years. Lydia looked up into the sharp, wise eyes of her grand-aunt, Evie Frye, and the loyal, noble form of her beloved Saint Bernard, Lady, finding her peace in the legacy she was chosen to protect. While Abstergo Industries officially materialized in 1937 as a Templar-controlled megacorporation (by Henry Ford and Ransom Eli Olds) with its roots and intelligence networks were rapidly expanding, suffocating the remains of the British Brotherhood. On the evening of 21 February 1939, the distant crunch of gravel under heavy tires confirmed her worst fears. They had found her. Looking out the window of her study at the approaching agents, Lydia knew that decades of Assassin secrets and the future of the Creed rested entirely on her silence. Refusing to become a pawn in Abstergo's new world order, she sat calmly at her desk, took a final breath of the cold country air, and took her own life. When the agents breached the doors, they found only a corpse, ensuring that the critical knowledge she carried died with her at the rural isolation of her estate, which was no longer a sanctuary, but a cage. The world outside was fracturing. Benito Mussolini had tightened his fascist grip on Italy including the invasion of Ethiopia which formed to become part of Italian East Africa, Adolf Hitler’s war machine had terrorised Germany, and across the globe, the Japanese occupation of Shanghai signaled a world balancing on the precipice of total ruin. The Great Depression had already broken the spirit of the common people, leaving a desperate populace ripe for tyranny.