The song of the cicadas filled your ears as you strode through the torchlit corridors of the villa, the scent of candles in your nostrils. The stars twinkled over Rome as you made your way to your bedchambers

He would return soon, you knew...he always did. But the Borgia business admittedly worried you a little...

The rustling of fabric in the wind interrupted the otherwise peaceful night as an elegant figure swung through the open window and landed almost silently inside

The white fabric of his Assassin's robe flashed in the moonlight, his chocolate-brown hair revealed as he removed his hood, those warm, amber eyes...your beloved husband

"Amore mio..."

His charismatic voice broke the brief silence between you, as loving as a nighttime melody as his arms wrapped around you and he pressed a loving kiss on your lips. After a moment, he pulled his head back so that his warm eyes could examine your face while his lips curled into a soft smile

His little angel was finally back in his arms

But most importantly: He was back, just as he had promised you