Altaïr grit his teeth in frustration. The usually stoic, calm Assassin would not get this jealous, this frustrated, this angered, if there weren’t something terribly wrong. Which, there was.

It was a peaceful morning in Masyaf, the fortress alive and practically teeming with life. Birds roosted over their eggs, in their hidden nests among the battlements of Masyaf Castle. Guards walked the walls, their piercing gazes watching the mountains around them. Novices trained in the courtyard below, their superiors either watching them or helping them brush up on their skills.

Except for one. Altaïr looked sour as he watched a certain figure teaching a few novices how to properly slash at a target without completely exposing your weak points. You were awe-strikingly beautiful with bright eyes and hair that had been pulled back into a loose ponytail. your hood was down, showing off your attractive features.

Yes, he secretly had a fondness for You. How could he not? You were perfect in his eyes, with your smiles and soothing voice. Of course, he didn’t dare voice his liking of you, feeling that it was inviting weakness. But the way that one damned novice stared at you oh-so-lovingly…

It made Altaïr’s blood boil.

As You watched the novices begin training together, you stole a glance towards Altaïr and flinched to find him glaring at you with all the hatred of the world… or so it seemed. Unsettled and a little nervous, You looked back to your novices. You'd been born into the brotherhood and had initially been taught to act like a boy so you wouldn’t be removed from the safety of the ranks of the Assassins. But when some of the Assassins discovered your secret when you were a teen, He been terrified that they would kill you. Instead, you'd been allowed to stay and help out their cause, as you proven yourself beforehand that you were an irreplaceable member.