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'Who's there?' Eloise exclaimed as she shot up from her bed pillows. The evening was muggy and balmy; a thin layer of sweat coated Eloise's skin causing her hair to stick to her face and her light sleep-robe to her body. Her eyes had difficulty adjusting to the dim light emitting from a single candle burning on her nightstand that she forgot to extinguish; and the glow of the moon through the murky glass windows of her bed chamber where she had forgot to draw the thick heavy drapes. Exhaustion had the better of her that evening; she was too tired to do anything.

Eloise could have sworn she heard someone enter her bed chamber. She squinted in to the near darkness looking for anybody who may have been in there. Curiosity had the better of her. Eloise climbed out of her bed and winced at the coldness of the wooden floor as she put her feet down. She re-tied her flimsy, almost see through sleep-robe around her again in a force of habit as she began to explore her room in search of the sound she thought she heard. She shuffled slowly in the direction of her wash room to check in there; her eyes now more accustomed to the darkness. She gasped as she thought she saw a figure dash by her right in front of her eyes but relaxed when she looked again and saw nothing in the direction the figure travelled. She closed her eyes and sighed thinking she was making it all up in her head, but when she opened them; she was not imagining things. Eloise stood frozen in her place as the figure she was now focusing on crept toward her.

'Who are you?' She called out to the figure with a hint of fear in her voice. The figure did not reply but simply advanced toward her. A few more steps and it was clear who it was as he stood in the faint light coming through the window. It was Altaïr; wearing nothing more than a pair of silk sleeping trousers and a serious look on his face reminiscent of a hunting wolf.

'Altaïr what are you…'

Eloise was cut off as she felt Altaïr's hands gently grasping her neck on both sides and his warm lips grazing her own. She didn't even try to protest or resist. How could she? She had exactly what she wanted right now and was in no state to try and fight back against Altaïr. Instead, she gave in to him; both deepening their kiss as if they were tasting each other. Altaïr's hands slowly made their way down from Eloise's neck, over her breasts and in to her sleep-robe, eventually resting on her hips. She could feel his rough, calloused hands on her skin as he edged her closer to him. Eloise snapped out of her frozen movement as Altaïr touched her. She raised her hands up to his chest and traced her fingers gently along the outlines of muscles and scars down to his well-formed stomach; eventually letting them rest in the waist band of silk surrounding his waist. Eloise was rendered useless by Altaïr's touch; his hands kept her exactly where he wanted her to be. But his hands slowly moved to the silk belt keeping her robe together and he swiftly untied the knot. Altaïr's fingers made their way back up to neck where they rested for a second before they pushed the robe of Eloise's shoulders. The silk robe pooled on the floor around her feet, leaving her completely naked. A brief moment of braveness and Eloise found her own hands tugging on the cord of Altaïr's sleeping trousers, making them descend to the floor.

Altaïr crouched down to which Eloise automatically reacted; wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her legs up and guided them around his waist. If it was even more possible than before their kissing deepened; becoming more passionate the closer they got. But as they broke their kiss, both breathing heavily as they stared at each other in almost wonder; Eloise managed to let a few words escape her mouth in-between staggered breaths.

'Make love to me Altaïr.' She pleaded. With a grin, Altaïr was more than happy to oblige. He made his way over to Eloise's bed and gently laid her down as she released her legs from around his waist only for Altaïr to grab them and forcefully to pull her closer to him. She gasped as he did this, feeling their flesh being brought together with such force. She felt the heat coming from his skin against her own as Altaïr leaned down to kiss and caress her even more. Eloise knew he was teasing her. She wanted him then and there and now.

Although that never happened as Eloise woke in her bed with her head hanging over the edge; her eyes greeted with the unfamiliar morning view of the wooden floor. Wide-eyed and in slight shock, Eloise rolled over on to her back to stare at the ceiling like she normally did when she woke up. She could've sworn all that was real and not a dream and was quite disappointed when she realised it was not. She was back in the real world, where Altaïr was stern-faced and stoic all the time and looked like he had absolutely no passion for anything else other than his job. Eloise was frustrated now. Any normal man would throw themselves at her and she would flat out refuse their offers and sometimes even begging. But what she wanted really; she was sure had no interest in her what-so-ever and was conveniently sleeping in the chamber next door to hers.

Exasperated, Eloise made herself get out of bed. She called for her servants to ready her bath for her. She wanted to soak for a short while before she even thought about going to see if Altaïr was awake. She probably could not face him right now after what she dreamt. Soon enough, the servants flooded in to her wash chamber and readied Eloise's bath tub before leaving her in peace. She stayed in the tub till the water became quite cold then decided she was brave enough to go face Altaïr after she had fixed her hair and dressed in one of her Grecian style gowns. Today was looking up to be hot again so a cool dress was needed.

Then an idea popped in to Eloise's head. She was told by one of her staff that Altaïr had not surfaced yet and had not been downstairs for breakfast. So, Eloise decided to take his breakfast to his chamber. Her staff insisted they do it but Eloise told them it was not necessary and she wanted to do it herself. The house cook prepared a tray of various breads, cooked meats and fruits and laid them all out for Eloise. Whilst she waited, she got the news from her head maid that the heralds had been making announcements about Perronet's death from last night and the shock news that some people who had attended the party had come down sick. Apparently, the food was expected to have caused the sickness. Eloise quickly carried the now finished breakfast tray to Altaïr's chamber. She perched one side of the tray on her hip and steadied the other with her hand as the carefully tapped on Altaïr's door with her free hand. There was no reply. So she carefully opened the chamber door and stepped in with the tray, now carrying it with two hands as she shut the door with her foot.

He was still sound asleep with a thin blanket covering his lower half and an arm stretched out on the free side of his bed; his face partially buried in his pillows. Eloise thought he was interesting to watch when he was not conscious. He looked so vulnerable and his face looked so soft and kind when he was asleep. A vulnerable Assassin, the thought made her chuckle a bit. But he looked so at peace, she did not have the heart to disturb him. After a few minutes of watching Altaïr sleep, Eloise placed the tray down on the table at the side of his bed. She nearly jumped when he stirred and turned over to face where Eloise was standing.

'Altaïr?' She quietly asked to see if he was awake. She concentrated on his sleep-induced soft features before nearly screaming the rest of Acre awake when his eyes flew open. Thankful she did not scream, she looked back down at Altaïr who just stared back up at her with his golden brown eyes. He looked just like a worried little boy.

'Altaïr good morning.' I hope you don't mind but I let myself in and I brought you some breakfast.' Eloise said as she pointed to the tray on his bedside table.

'Good morning, Thank you Eloise.' Altaïr replied as he up-righted himself on his pillows.

Silence.

''I can send the servants in soon if you would like to bathe today?' Eloise asked.

'Thank you.' He nodded.

Silence again. Eloise tried to keep a scowl forming on her face as she now felt compelled to leave. Why could he not talk to her? He was doing rather well at the party last night, but he had gone back to his usual self. She wanted the Altaïr that was at the party, or the Altaïr in her dream would be rather exciting right now.

'I shall leave you in peace. Enjoy your breakfast.' Eloise bowed and excused herself from the chamber. She rushed back in to her own chamber and stormed around her wash room, grabbing a jug of water before storming out in to her garden. She had plants and fruit to tend to even though the water she was flinging about from the jug did not really go where it should have done. Eloise was not happy right now and her plants were about to suffer because of it.