Thank you so much for the comments, I'm so happy that I could finally get Haytham and Amelia together! :D Also this is probably the last chapter with flashbacks for Amelia, I just wanted to give a sense of what happened to her when she was with Charles. Anyway, here's chapter 21 I hope you enjoy it and I genuinely hope it doesn't disappoint. I apologize in advance if there's any spelling mistakes or typing errors :)

Amelia shivered against the cold damp rags weighting her down as she squeezed her eyes closed. Her mind spinning across flashes of bright light. Every sound an echo carrying through her, the twisted smirks and chuckles of amusement flew through her mind like a kaleidoscope of memories playing all at once. The same haunting nightmares over and over.

"...But you'll break eventually; you Assassins always do."

She scoffed in response her skin ablaze from the pain of her wounds, the iced water piercing. The very touch shattering her bones as she continued to shiver from the unbearable cold.

"I'll ask once more..."

Amelia tried to hide her fear as Charles flew at her grabbing her by the throat; his eyes red with rage.

"Where is the precursor key?!"

She gave him a hard stare, her fists clenching together fighting the urge to cry out in pain. She had always known how cruel Templars could be. She'd been raised to despise them, kill them. But this was a side of Charles she'd always hoped to never see. For him to know of her true identity had been a secret both she and Haytham had wanted to keep for as long as possible for fear of just this happening. But it was too late for her and Amelia knew that. She'd expected Charles to be angry, to even kill her. But what she hadn't expected was the cruel and heartless man he'd grow to be. The man had quickly become a monster and now every touch and kiss turned her stomach with utter disgust even more than it had before.

"I told you...I don't know..."

"Don't lie to me!"

Amelia flinched at Charles' outburst, his fingers slowly beginning to dig into her throat that much more. She gasped against the grip; tears threatening to fall from her sore, exhausted eyes. Charles' hands trembled with anger before he harshly pulled away letting out frustrated growl. Amelia coughed for air, her throat gagging as she panted a sigh of relief watching Charles leave the cell in a fit of rage.

Amelia woke with a start as her mind attempted to chase away the nightmares once again. She took a breath, calming herself as she rubbed her tired eyes. Glancing around the room; the afternoon sunlight painted the bedroom perfectly. Setting out a warming glow along the floor and walls.

The welcomed warmth of an arm snaking around her waist brought her back from her wondering mind. Sinking down into the embrace Amelia smiled, the sound of his soft breaths soothed her in the tranquil quiet. She hadn't seen Haytham so peaceful in such a long time and it brought with it a final sense of relief to be laid in his arms; safe and unharmed...the nightmares finally fading away.

Laying against his broad and bare chest as he slept, she traced small patterns along his stomach taking in every inch of him. Finally able to see him again after so long apart. She saw the crow's feet appearing by his eyes, the years slowly beginning to catch up with the both of them. The slight smile he wore as he slept; clearly wrapped in the hold of pleasant dreams. She also noticed the new scars that now marked his skin, one across his forehead, a second above his right eyebrow and a third across his chin. Her slender fingers slowly reached up to stroke the base of his neck as she sighed deeply. Her head burying into his chest as she gently began to drift to the calming beats of his heart.

The light rumble of Haytham's chest caused her to stir as she woke to his smirk. His bright blue eyes staring dreamily into her own.

"I had half expected this to be a dream."

"Oh?"

Amelia smirked as she slowly leaned forward placing a tender kiss on Haytham's lips before pulling back, their noses barely brushing as his smile grew.

"I'd say that felt rather real wouldn't you?"

Haytham merely chuckled as he pulled her close his head nuzzled into her soft brown hair in a feeble attempt to hide the smug smirk playing across his lips.

"Now, I didn't say I wasn't enjoying it."

His voice muffled as his hold around her tightened slightly; Amelia rolled her eyes as she began to sit up. His eyes following her as she slipped on her robe before making her way to the balcony by the open window, playfully swaying her hips a little too much; gaining yet another smirk from her lover.

"Glad to see you missed me."

"More than you know..."

Haytham had never had many loves in his life. Everyone he had cared for was now gone. All except Amelia and though she had forgiven him for the actions of his Templars, the guilt still played on his mind. Pulling the newly abandoned bed sheets around his naked waist he eventually joined her out on the balcony, one arm finding its way around her stomach as she leaned into him; both relaxing into one another's touch.

"They told me what you did Haytham. All the lies, turning your back on the Templar Order; they say you threatened Charles. And what he did to you...I-"

Amelia paused. Slowly turning to face him; the look in his eyes solemn. His every breath trembling, he felt his heart drop as a lump appeared in his throat, making it hard to swallow.

"You must know...Surely you must know, it was all for you."

The two stood, silent. Looking into each other's eyes, Amelia placed her cold hand on Haytham's cheek. He traced his own against hers as his hand moved down to her wrist. She smiled slightly as she lightly brushed her lips against Haytham's in a tender kiss. He let out a deeply huffed sigh as he composed himself shortly afterwards. A leap of faith jilting his racing heart.

"Amelia... Could you be happy here? With me?"

The Assassin grinned sweetly. The butterflies in her stomach that much more lively.

"What gave you the impression that I wasn't? Haytham you did all this for me, I...I love you."

In that moment even Haytham was surprised to find that his pulse quickened at her words. Once a stubborn and stern Grandmaster had now been reduced to that of a love-sick school boy from his youth. But for the first time in his life, he found he didn't care. The thrill and euphoria it brought along with it was worth every second for a man so fiercely in love.