The Syrian night was filled with the sound of raindrops gently pitter-patter against the windows. a occasional rumble of thunder in the distance.

The flickering light of a single candle illuminated in chamber.

You sat on the edge of the bed, engrossed in the pages of a book, delving deeper into the brotherhood's knowledge. Having spent a significant amount of time in the holy land, you were still unsure of how you ended up here or how long you'd been here. Just as you immersed yourself in quiet bliss of reading, you were suddenly interrupted by the feeling of arms snaking around your waist from behind, embracing you in a gentle, loving hold.

You slowly turned your head to look over your shoulder, your eyes meeting the sight of Altaïr resting his cheek against your back, his eyes closed. A puzzled expression formed on your face as you attempted to make sense of his behavior. Why was he acting this way towards you? Hadn't he been in love with Maria in the game? Yet, for some reason, he seemed to have chosen you instead.

You let out a small sigh, closing the book you were reading and lapsing into silence for a moment. Then, you spoke up once more, your voice soft but laced with curiosity. "Why?" you muttered. he slowly opened his eyes slightly, a small hum of confusion escaping his lips. You turned your head to look over your shoulder, your gaze meeting his honey-gold eyes. "Why did you choose me?" you asked again, a yearning to understand his reasoning, to uncover the reasons why he had chosen you instead of Maria.