“You didn’t have to.” your shoulders bumped into one another as they strolled the halls of Masyaf. Their footfalls echoed off the stone, and Altair wrapped an arm around you. Public displays of affection were often reserved for the shadows, so you enjoyed him making the evening special.

*“For a night like this?” Altair rose a brow, nestling close. The evening air was warm with a slight chilly breeze. He had gone all out for their three-month anniversary. Face and robes were washed, weapons were away, he’d shaved, and you knew he’d combed and oiled the curls hiding under his hood. “Just you and I tonight. No work, no troubles, no Assassins.” Altair grinned and you laughed swatting his silliness. *

“You know I don’t mind. I knew what I was getting into when I let you court me.”

“Let me?” Altair poked your side and kissed your neck. “That’s not how I remember it. Besides, I’m about to give you the best date of your life. I’m surprised you’re not showing more excitement.”

“Oh.” You grinned, “You’re getting my hopes up.” you held hands leaving the courtyard. “Where to? The tavern?”

“Yes, get your hopes up.” Altair looked over his shoulder before standing behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and burying his face in your neck. Planting a kiss there, he whispered, “I’ll always deliver, or catch you if you fall. I love you.”

Resting your head back, you kissed the tip of his nose. “I love you too.”

Remaining like so, they continued their walk, but instead of walking into the village, Altair lead you to the stables. “Now, you’re going to have to trust me for this part.”

You'd never ridden on a horse before, but it was less terrifying sitting in front. He kept his arms around you as he guided the horse out of their home and into the starry night. The skies were swirls of velvet blues and purples, and they reached their destination. It was a larger town, bigger than you'd ever been in before.