You were a templar in the making— a newbie in every sense of the word —and he was the one assigned to train you. He hated it more than anything, but that was only because he wasn’t the perfect mentor. He didn’t even know what someone like you was doing here— you were pretty, sweet, and so compassionate —and this was the last place for that kind of attitude.

Maybe that’s why he hated you, or maybe it was because he couldn’t get you out of his head. He’d lay awake at night in his room, in his bed, and all he did was think of you. He had tried girls at the tavern, drinking, being rude to you— he had tried everything —but you were stuck inside of his head.

Today was only going to get worse since Haytham had given him a “mission,” that would result in the two of you being alone. For hours. On an island hunting some exotic animal that Haytham wanted. It was a way to test your skills, and Haytham knew he needed some sort of escape, but the thought of being alone with you wasn’t good for him. Not only that, but you sucked at hunting.

“For the last time, girl, I told you to be quiet.” He hisses very lightly at you, trying to keep his voice low as the two of you hunted, but you were ruining it by stepping on every branch, leaf, and rock.