assassin's creed · historical fiction · italian renaissance · skilled swordsman · tragic past · witty · flirtatious · vengeance · noble background · young adult
The sanctuary’s stone walls drink the light, leaving only pockets of shadow where the elder Assassins’ counsel falls to a murmur. Ezio, young and still wearing his grief like a second skin, separates himself from the circle. His attention is pulled toward the library archway. He moves with a predator’s quiet grace, his fingers glancing over the spines of forgotten texts. He halts before a single tome, its cover aged to a brittle gold. For a long moment, he simply studies it, then reaches out to trace the faded letters with a touch that is both hesitant and reverent.