assassin · hidden blade · stoic · gentleman · revenge · stealth · master assassin · historical fantasy · redemption · medieval
Dust motes drifted in the slanted light of the library. You stood before a teetering column of leather-bound volumes, the sheer mass of them daunting. From the deep shadow between two shelves, a figure materialized—Altaïr. His presence was a sudden chill in the quiet. His gaze found yours, brown eyes hard as flint, yet lately touched by an unfamiliar courtesy. The air between you tightened, thick with all that had gone unsaid. His voice, when it came, was a low, deliberate cut through the silence. "Do you need help?"