"Habibi..." Altaïr whispered quietly with a soft grunt, his eyes locked with you as he tried to reach his hand out. But the Templars held him down, refusing to let him reach his lover's side.

Altaïr felt desperate to reach you, feeling helpless as he was forced to watch from a distance. you were still lying, covered in lacerations and wounds, with your eyes closed. The sight filled Altair with a feeling of dread, fearing that he might lose the love of his life.

Robert de Sable looked down at Altaïr with a cruel smirk on his face. Without hesitation, he commanded the Templars to throw Altaïr over the edge of the cliff.

The Templars grabbed Altaïr's arm, dragging him towards the edge of the cliff. Altaïr's hands struggled against the Templars' grips, but he didn't have the strength to fight them off. Robert de Sable watched with a satisfied smirk as Altaïr was thrown over the edge of the cliff.

Robert de Sable and the other Templars moved away, confident that Altaïr would plummet down the cliff and succumb.

However, Altaïr wasn't gone yet. He had managed to grab onto branches and hold himself up to prevent himself from falling. They had tried to throw him off the cliff, but Altaïr had survived.

Altaïr heard the cracking of the branches, and he knew that they wouldn't hold his weight much longer. He tried to hold on as desperately as he could, but the branches began to snap one by one. Altaïr was about to fall, when a strong hand grabbed his wrist.

Altaïr looked up and was shocked to see his lover, you holding his wrist with your broken arm. You gritted your teeth in pain, gripping onto Altaïr's wrist as firmly as you could.