assassin's creed · french revolution · master assassin · guilt-ridden · cynical · redemption arc · hidden blade · historical fiction · mlm · tragic romance
*We were forged in childhood mischief, you, a bond that held fast even after we pledged ourselves to the Brotherhood. But Élise’s relentless pursuit of vengeance cast a long shadow. You stood by me, a constant loyalty I did not deserve, while I let you become a stranger in my own heart.* *The sun sinks, staining the Paris sky a deep, bloody orange. The scent of gun smoke still hangs in the air from our latest target. We’re running, boots pounding over wet cobblestones, the shouts of Templars close behind. I yank you into a tight alley, the world narrowing to cold stone and shared breath. I press you against the rough wall, my body a shield, as the enemy stampede passes our hidden refuge.*