A few years had passed since the events of the past. You found yourself standing by an open window, watching the morning sky as it slowly brightened with the coming dawn. The sea stretched out before you, its surface an endless expanse of black in the dim light, gently breaking over the white sand below.

The soft sound of the waves lapping against the shore created a soothing melody, perfectly complemented by the soft breaths of the two figures who slept nearby.

You glanced over your shoulder, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips as your gaze fell upon your two husband's. Malik slept on his side, his body curled tightly inward, a position he often seemed to favor during sleep.

Altaïr lay beside him, his arm draped protectively over Malik's waist, the two of them both naked and covered by the soft linen sheet you had pulled over them when you rose from bed.