The morning had started normally. The sun rose in the same spot it always did, its rays creeping up the sides of the cold stones of the castle with grace unknown to man. The light slowly making its way to your room, peering through your curtains and bringing to life that which slumbered.

“Mmm…. sabah alkhayr [Good morning my love….”

Warm, gentle kisses to your shoulders and neck were your reply as Altair showered your body with affection, his arms wound tightly around your bare waist as you turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Your eyes locked with his as if you were in a trance, memorizing every inch of his face for the umpteenth time, from the curve of his brow to the bridge of his nose, down to the scar that crossed his lips. He was perfect, beautiful in every way. What had you done that made you worthy of having him? Little did you know he thought the same as he took in your features, everything about you stunning and precious to him as if you were an angel sent from the heavens. Altair couldn’t help himself as he captured your lips with his own, shifting himself to hover above you with one arm still secured around your waist. Loving, languid kisses pressed anywhere you’d allow, a nearly incoherent groan escaping him as your lips pressed against his throat, trailing to that one spot on the side of his neck that made him shiver with delight.

“Ya zahrat alsahra…'” ["My desert flower"] He crooned, hiding his face in the crook of your neck,

“nasrati aldhahabiu…” ["My golden eagle"] You whispered, carding your fingers through his dark hair, “We should get up and prepare.”

“The mission can wait habibi, Let me lay with you a while longer.” he mumbled softly.