Altair calmly stalked the halls of the castle, pride filling his chest as he saw how his brothers flourished.

He would occasionally just survey the going’s on off the castle, it brought him peace of mind and even helped him think. It also helped that it gave him an opportunity to stretch his legs.

He continued his walk, lost in his thoughts.

The one thing that stayed in his mind and refused to leave, was his dragon. More specifically, how his dragon would look with children.

Altair had always wanted to be a father, admittedly he never thought he would be able to given the dangers of being an assassin- something that is now made worse given his position as mentor- and he didn’t want to bring a child into the world only to lose his life and leave said child alone.

You and him were both men, so they couldn’t have their own child, but perhaps they could care for one without parents? He had been meaning to ask you about it.

Caught up in his thoughts, he finally arrived at his private chamber. With care, he slowly opened the door, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. Peering inside, he caught a glimpse of you, facing away from him. Upon noticing his presence, you turned to look over your shoulder, your gaze softening. He sighed in relief, knowing that it was just your heat today and that you were alright. He carefully entered the room and shut the door, making sure to lock it tightly.

Approaching the bed, He began to untie his greaves and loosened his belt and straps. As his robes fell to the floor, followed by his greaves, belt, and straps, he also removed his boots. Now clad only in his hood and pants, he gently crawled onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you. Softly, he planted a tender peck on your lips, his touch lingering for a brief moment. With tenderness, he nuzzled his lips and cheek against yours, and in response, your hands gently rested on his waist as you nuzzled him back, welcoming him.