Ch.8
Maktub
Staring at your reflection, it was as if you were staring at a rag doll. The servants that survived the attack a week ago, dressed you like a new doll that is to be handed as a gift. Overly expensive gowns were laid on the arms of other servants as one by one were placed on you. Jewelry of all kinds were handed to you as well. As rich as your father can be, you never grew to be spoiled. You were always taught that money has no soul. Money has no heart. When one has too much of it, they become slaves of money. Unless, one becomes above money, with respect and honor on their shoulders.
Today you are to meet with King Richard, or as you should say your fiancé. That is why you are being dressed to impress the king. But there is no need to impress someone with clothes, luxury and riches, but with your personality. Once one has class, respect, and understanding, one can rule the world. That you have been taught by your father and he is a good example of that.
Dismissing most of the jewelry, you decided to wear only a thin silver necklace with an amethyst stone of the size of a tear drop. Silver hoop earrings and one bracelet. Dressed in light blue and white, the gowns were beautiful. There was no need of make up since your dark aye lashed outlined your slanted eyes and your dark eyebrows. Nicely shaped, many would think of you to be a seductress, but if only they knew.
As a servant handed you your white veil, you placed it on your head and wrapped your hair. Hiding it from other eyes. Although, two eyes have seen it. Two dark sensual eyes.
Biting your lip, you looked away as if trying to forget the image of Altair. No matter where ever you are, he will always be in your mind. It will take time to forget him. But your biggest fear would be that you will actually succeed forgetting him.
Taking a deep breath, you looked at your reflection once more and saw a beautiful princess. Ready to take over the world. You will marry King Richard and save your father from any more fights. But when you looked at your heart, it was weak and crushed. A motionless moppet that you are bringing for the ride of marriage. Arranged love. Even yet, not love at all.
"What a beautiful woman." You turned around and saw your father at the entrance of your tent. Dressed in black and gold gown he walked up to you with opened arms and hugged you. Fear rose your heart and you tried to fight back tears, but you were too weak to fight. To weak that you burst down in tears and you hugged your father with all your strength.
"What is wrong my dear? Why are you crying?" He asked as he pulled back and held your face with tenderness. Wiping your tears, you shook your head. "It can't be nothing my child. I know you don't shed tears for no reason. You always smile to the world more and more, until last night. After the King left, you weren't yourself anymore."
That is because after Richard left, so did Altair. In his eyes there were so many feelings, that you couldn't quite put together. You ran outside in hope of finding him, but he was nowhere. That you knew because, it felt much colder. You couldn't feel the same warmth you felt when he is near, even though your eyes can't see him.
"It's nothing really." You lied giving him a reassuring smile. "I'm . . . I'm just scared, but I'll be fine." You smiled again.
"You make me so proud Azeneth. King Richard couldn't have chosen a better bride, and I couldn't ask for a better daughter." He smiled with pride. Yes he can, because you won't be pure when your wedding night comes. You will have to fake your virginity, like other woman do.
"My King. King Richard has arrived." Jabari announced standing at the entrance.
"Good. Come I will accompany you to the King." Your father said as he offered his elbow to you and you wrapped your hand around it.
Yesterday Richard suggested a picnic with you this afternoon in the opened fields to get to know you better. Stepping out of your tent, you walked down to where Richard awaited. He was accompanied by ten of his men. He dressed in fine clothes, different to what he wore yesterday. No metal, not body armor, only clothes. But he did have a sword on his waist. Dressed in the colors red and gold, he indeed looked like a King.
He got off his horse and walked up to you and your father. Bowing at a halt he smiled. "Shall we go?" He asked Stepping back and pointed his hand to a beautiful white horse. "Would you like to ride alone or with me?"
You didn't have to look at your father to know the answer. You would prefer to ride alone, but with Layla. From your last visit to her today morning, the doctor pointed out that her leg had swollen up and she won't be able to walk till a week or so.
"I can ride a horse." You smiled and the king was indeed impressed. You turned to your father and gave him a hug. "I shall return baba." He kissed your fore head and you kissed his cheek. Walking to the white mare, you caressed her nose and made eye contact with it. This you learned from Layla, that a horse wants to know who will ride it, who will be their master. Humming to her a familiar tune to Layla, you soothed this horse. In a couple of seconds you felt her breath calm and a steady rhythm.
Riding in the open green fields, the fresh air caressed your face as King Richard rode by your left as Jabari rode on your right. Your father insisted to have him and other ten soldiers accompany you for your safety. The King also brought ten of his men.
The King pointed at a spot and you were able to see a luxurious tent. Men and woman walked around getting everything ready for you both. When they noticed your presence, their pace got quicker and in no time it was ready. The King got off his horse and walked to your side offering his hand for support, but you smiled and shook your head. When your feet touched the ground the king offered you his hand again. This man doesn't get it.
"I'm not to touch a man's hand who is not my husband." You said pulling both hands on your chest.
"But I am your husband to be. I believe that does give me the right to touch at least your hand." He said with a pleading smile.
Maybe, it is safe, but you don't want to touch none other but Altair. Reaching to him you slowly placed your hand on his, but you didn't feel anything. It was either your hands were numb from the ice wind or simply your body wont react to his touch as it does when Altair simply looks at you.
Underneath the tent was a small table with chairs and no cushions. By the looks of it, this is how he eats in his land. On your way to the table Richard clapped his hands and three women came up to you as one held a big box.
"For you." Richard said pointing at it. The woman opened it and it revealed a folded piece of cloth. As you reached and lift it up it was a dress. Like the one you saw his sister wear. Long, violet and ruby color. Decorated with gold outlining and golden lace. The neck seemed pretty opened for a woman to wear. "It's a dress. Woman of my country wear them. It is made of the finest material, and the latest fashion. When you become my queen, you will have plenty of them. Of many different colors. You will be the pretties Queen of England the world has ever seen." Blushing by his complement you set it down. Just when you were about to thank him- "I would like you to wear it today for our picnic."
Surprised you looked at him. Wear this? How?
"Come my lady. We will help you." One maid spoke to you.
You turned to Jabari for advice, but he gave you confused look and shrugged his shoulders.
By Allah, you don't know how the woman of England fit in this thing! The dress covered only your shoulders, just an inch above your nipples and the rest down. Leaving your neck, collar bone, and chest exposed for all to see. If your father were here he would have this dress burn and cursed. It was difficult for you to breath. The corset, as the maids call it, blocked the sufficient amount air for you to breath. But when the maids place a mirror for you to see, all air went out. You didn't look like yourself anymore. Even the maids looked surprised and at awe.
The woman that stood in front of you looked English, not Egyptian. She looked Christian, not Muslim. She looked like a queen, not a princess. You saw your future be revealed without any magic or sorcery. Your world, home, customs, and clothes will change. You just hoped that it will not change you.
As you walked out, all jaws fell to the ground. Even Jabari couldn't believe the sight of you. His majesty walked up to you with a proud smile and brought you to the table. Sitting on his right you ate and chat with the king. A simple chat about his land. How everything works in his land, and about his family. His childhood and adulthood responsibilities.
"But enough about me. Tell me about you. That was the whole purpose about this picnic. I want us to know each other. I want to know you whole Azeneth." He said as he placed his hand on top or yours.
"Your Highness-"
"Richard. Call me Richard."
"Richard," You grew tense. "What can I say about my life but that I was raised with my father's wisdom and love. I had a great childhood filled with joy and adventures. Raised to be a great honorable and faithful Muslim woman. That pretty much sums it all up." You said the truth without saying the whole truth, that you are the one responsible for the deaths of some of his men.
"No, I know there is much more of you than what you say. I cannot say why, but you are not like other woman I've met. You have a far greater knowledge than most women. I don't know how I can tell, but I know you do. Tell me Azeneth." He said leaning forward placing his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand.
"Why don't you answer me one question My King- I mean Richard." You looked at him serious.
"Ask whatever your heart desires." He replied. You prepared yourself trying to gather air in a deep breath.
"What does Jerusalem mean to you?" Everything went silent. All the maids and soldiers froze in surprise and fright. No one questions a King, only you. "Why do you risk your life to obtain a land you are free to step in and out as you desire? People from all over the world are free to walk in the path as freely as they wish. Why so much blood over this land?" The King leaned back on his chair. "I know that you fight to own the land Jesus Christ died, but this land belongs to us all. Not just to Muslim or Jews, but to us all. We all pray to the same God, and I am sure he doesn't like seeing his children fight against one another for a piece of land that belongs to us all." He looked distant and deep in thought, and serious. "Many husbands and sons have died in this war, please let there not be any more bloodshed." His piercing blue eyes looked at you. He leaned again forward to your direction.
"I knew I made a right choice, choosing you to be my queen. You will be my voice of reason. Your knowledge will be very useful making England the greatest country in the world." He kissed your hand. "And do not fear my dear, our marriage will bring peace to Jerusalem. This I promise." With a satisfied answer you smiled.
The rest of the day you both walked and more and more the King was impressed by you. The more you spoke to him he grew closer, unlike other men. You grew respecting this man as well. Now you knew why your father never spoke badly of him. He is a man worth of his word. This went on for three more days. Until the fourth, today, two days before your wedding, you are to meet with him for the last time.
The day went as all the others, you arrived to the destination, you tried on a different dress each time and walked with him getting to know one another. But this time the corset was tighter than before. You would think you would have gotten use to this corset by now, but it would take months or maybe even years. That you will have plenty of it. Time.
While food was placed on the table, you and Richard walked across a filled of wild flowers. Richard picked one and placed it on your hair behind your ear.
"You are so beautiful. I'm glad those men never married you, because if they had, I would have never met you." You smiled shyly. He held both of your hands. You wondered, just like he showers you with praise of your beauty, you wondered if he ever did so to other women.
"Richard? Have you ever fallen in love?" You noticed his tension for he tightened the grip of his hands. He looked at a side. Not letting go of your hand he brought you to the filled of daisies.
"I was bethroed to the sister of King Pillip of France. As I was beginning to know this woman, rumors of her being my father's mistress secretly ran through my kingdom. Then more and more men appeared in the list, I didn't know what to do. This marriage was going to seal an alliance with France. I was indeed for the wedding, until I met Berengaria of Navarre, first-born daughter of King Sancho VI of Navarre. I met her at a tournament held in her father's land. She was so pure, so innocent; she laughed at all my jokes, smiled every time she would see me." He smiled. "I knew then that it was impossible the marriage between me and the King of Frances sister. I fell in love. I arranged so that we would meet every time as I wished it. She soon became my closest friend. I indeed fell in love." He said looking up at the sky. Deep in thought this man did fell in love with this woman. Smiling to himself, you saw something wake up in him. This woman was indeed something special to him, and still is.
"Where is she now?" You asked looking at him.
"At her home town. Waiting… for me." He sounded guilty. "I promised her that in my return, I will take her to see England." He said looking back at you with guilt. Placing a hand on his cheek you brought him back to this world. He smiled. "And what of you my dear? Everybody needs a chance at love. Have you ever fallen in love?"
All air left your lungs. He spoke his heart out, it would be wrong to leave him at a vulnerable spot. It would be wrong to lie to him. But then what can you possibly tell him? That you fell in love with an Assassin? No he can't know that. As you opened your mouth to speak nothing came out. Instead you felt light headed and everything blurred out and soon you felt your back hit something hard. Trying all your might to lift yourself up, you heard the slight echo of Jabari calling on your name. It was hard to breath, something stopped you from breathing. You heard King Richards voice as well. What's wrong? Why are you being taken away for no reason? Common breathe. You are not dead. Your last thought was of . . . Altair.
Soon, a bright light appeared, fallowed by a beautiful woman. A goddess, maybe? In a flowing dress of many colors she had bright red hair and smile at you, as you were soon brought back to earth.
Gasping a whole lot of air you choked as sweet air filled your lungs. As if you finally reached the surface from a deep lake. Brought to the arms of the King your sight was soon adjusted and you saw a soldier kneeling next to the king and Jabari. One of your father's soldiers. But, since when did your father enforce his soldiers to cover their mouth when not in battle? Unless he was hiding an ugly battle mark? A scar? He had light hazel eyes. Something about them seemed familiar to you, but you couldn't figure out what? Not once in your life have you ever seen those eyes. But the warmth in them, just made you feel safe.
"You cannot have her wear such garments that prevent her from breathing ever again!" Jabari spoke loud to the King.
"I did not mean to harm her. Azeneth please forgive me." Richard brought you to his arms, but you pushed him aside, you need space to breath.
You looked down and you saw the corset on the floor. Your stomach felt much better free from it. Free to breath as much air as you can. Looking closely, it was cut, looking up at the soldier, he didn't have a knife. Neither did the King or Jabari. What was it cut with?
Jabari turned to the soldier and thanked him. Dismissing him, the soldier stood, stared down at you for a bit and then turned on his heel walking away.
"Wait!" You called on the soldier. You stood up with Jabari's help. "Did you save me?"
"Yes my lady. He did." Replied Jabari.
The soldier froze in place. He didn't turn to look at you. "Thank you." You spoke; the soldier looked over his shoulder and lightly nodded. Touching your stomach you thanked Allah for this man.
"Please accept my deepest apologies my lady. I-" Richard said bowing as low as he was able to.
"There is no excuse for what just happened." Jabari glared at the man.
"It is alright Jabari. I am fine. It was no once fault. It will just take time for me to get use to them." You replied half smiling, half scared and shocked.
"I hope this will not interfere with our marriage." The King indeed looked regretful and worried.
"No. It will proceed as if nothing happened." Jabari looked at you puzzled. "But I am tired, it has been a long day and I will like to rest for our wedding." You said turning to look at him as Jabari brought your robe to cover you from eyes.
"Take all the time you need." The King walked up to you. "I will see you in two days." He took your hand and brought it to his lips. "Please forgive me. I promise, I will never let anything or anyone hurt you. You have my word." He leaned down and just when he was about to kiss your lips, you turned away and he kissed your cheek.
"Not till our wedding." You whispered. But truthfully you didn't have any desire to kiss him; otherwise you would have done so by now.
Walking back to your white horse, Jabari placed a protective hand on your back. Just as easy your life could have been taken away by the corset, in the next two days, all you know, all you came to love; your home, family, country, friends, Altair, will be taken away in two days with one single breath. I do.
The day has come. Altair stared out the window as his men trained and polished their weapons. The silent echoes of metal clashing metal echoed inside the walls of the temple. Altair stared at what now belongs to him. As Grand Master Assassin, all of Masyaf belongs to him. Responsible to keep the Piece of Eden safe, Altair will do anything to prevent the Templar's from obtaining it. He will do so by traveling East to secure the safety of the Apple. He will unite with other Assassins in the world.
He will leave, but will return to defend his beloved land from the greedy hands of the Templar's. His work is not done, and even if the crusades were to end, he fears that it will not be the end of this invisible war. The war between Templar's and Assassins.
Taking a deep breath he remembered how he saved his beloved Princess. Azeneth. Oh how he will miss her. He noticed her unsteady breathing every time she would put on the layers of garments The Crusader King would insist for her to try on. If it wasn't for his stubbornness to see her for the last time before she married the King, there wouldn't be a wedding today. There wouldn't be a peace treaty today. Azeneth wouldn't be getting married to another man today. She wouldn't still alive today. And he . . . dismissing the thought, he thought of more pleasant things. The only thing that mattered was she is perfectly fine and her destiny is sealed.
She will marry a King, not an Assassin. She will be surrounded by gold, expensive cloths, and luxurious castles, not dust, blood and death. She will rule over the greenest grass on earth, not endless empty sand dunes. She will rule over a land of trees, white and green mountains, and endless fields of flowers, not his kingdom of sand and death. She will be better off with that King. She will have what she deserves. She will be an incredible queen. She will earn the love and respect from the people of England. She will bring honor to the King and she will bare him sons to continue his legacy.
Shutting his eyes close with a strong grunt and swing he swiped everything off his desk. The sound of broken glass and dripping ink mirrored his world, a disaster. His heart ached by the thought that another man will touch her. Another man will kiss her. Another man will fill her belly with his seed. That other man will never praise her body like she deserves to be. Altair felt powerless to control the rage and jealousy that ran through his veins. He hated the fact that she might grow to love this King, not him. She will look at the King the way she looked at him once. With Passion, desire and maybe love.
He placed his hands on the desk for support. His whole body trembled with anger, rage and hatred. He hated himself, for not running to kill the king and kidnap the one woman he will love for the rest of his life. Because if he did so, she will hate him for ruining the one chance Jerusalem had at peace.
Digging his fingers in the table his nails scratched the wood. He clenched his teeth so hard to prevent tears from forming. He tried so hard his teeth began to hurt. It failed, they fell and there was nothing he could do to prevent them from falling.
When he heard himself sob, he sounded so pathetic. Not even when an Assassin is skinned alive should he cry. An Assassin is trained trough days of no food, sleep, and aid of any kind. He must survive through anything and never show any sign of weakness. That was how he became Master Assassin, a proud fearless Assassin. Until he met love. Women turned his whole world upside down.
They turned his dark and red world into a world with so many colors he never knew existed. They might have been together for a short amount of time, but it was sweet. His only regret now will be that he never fought for Azeneth. He sneered at his pitiful life. He lacks the balls to go after her and claim her his, only his.
He took a deep breath to calm himself. Half meditating, he wanted to clear his head from risky and dangerous thoughts. When he took another deep breath, he took in the smell of vanilla. Slamming his eyes opened he looked up, and it was her. She came to him. She has come all the way from her wedding ceremony to him. Dressed in her white gown, decorated with gold jewelry, she looked more stunning than ever. Her rapid breath seem as though she ran all the way from her wedding. Did she really? And why would she come here? Who damn cares! She is here with him and he will never let her get away from him ever again.
Before he was able to speak she ran around the table and took him in her arms. With the same strength he hugged her back.
"Oh Azeneth." He whispered before thanking god for her return. If there even exist a god he will not argue the topic right now, for he had the purpose of his existence back with him, and this time for eternity.
She pulled back and tears of joy caressed her cheeks. A voiceless command, her lips told him to kiss her. Immediately he took possession of her mouth clamming it his. He sucked and bit her sweet soft lips. When he heard her moan, the last chain that held him to this world broke and the passionate beast that was dying to make love to her was free. He grabbed her buttocks, lifting her up against his chest, he sat her down on his desk. She pulled his hood off as she always does and with his free hand he cleared the space for her to lie down.
"Azeneth." His hot breath called. Oh how he missed her. Oh how thankful he is for this day. He took a good look at her. Her pleading moans set his body on fire like no other woman has ever done before. Her soft light skin, her dark hair, her hypnotic sultry eyes, her breasts, her wide hips, everything was a perfect fit to him. Leaning down he lifted up her gown and caressed those soft legs. He wrapped them around his waist as she took off her veil, letting that silk like hair lay on the table. He leaned down and kissed her roughly as he ripped the top of her gown letting those delicious breasts free for his mouth.
Taking possession of one nipple, oh how he liked making her moan. She rubbed her pelvis against his crotch making his cock ache with need. This time he couldn't wait. He didn't have the strength to tease her. To make her beg for him. He had to make her his now!
Freeing his rock hard cock, he cleared the path for sweet heaven. Pulling her to him, oh he arched his back when he felt her tight wet entrance. With one thrust he was in and she cried out of pain and satisfaction. He didn't care if all of Masyaf could her them. He didn't care if a crowd formed around them. He only cared about this woman and her only. Thrusting so hard, he felt like he was at an edge, but he will not be the only one coming. He needs her to come as well. He needs to feel her entrance tighten around his cock as she screams out his name.
He saw her play with her own breasts and he reached down to play with her clit. Oh she feels so good. Sex with her is delicious. But it will never be just sex with her. Only love making. Mad love making. Passionate love making. Heavenly love making.
When he felt her walls tightening around him, he looked down and she arched her body as she held on his hands. He held tightly on her hips and with one last thrust both bodies melted together becoming one. One complete soul. Never again lost, never again in search of the other half. Finally a complete soul.
Catching his breath. Sweat ran down his fore head. When his muscles gave up, he wanted to land on the soft feel of her. On her soft belly, instead his face met hard cold wood.
It was all a dream. His cock was not out. His hood was still on. His love was not with him. But it felt so real. No he was still fresh of the feel of her. He was tricked by his own lust, desire and obsession. Growling with anger, he hated himself for everything. He hated feeling like this. He hated having his heart broken. He once felt the same a year ago, when his first love died. After her, he promised he would never risk his heart again. But, not even a Grand Master Assassin can make it out of love harmless.
The stain of cum was hidden between layers of clothes, but his frustration and hurt was visible. He lifted himself once again and tried to gather his thoughts. Once again he took a deep breath and meditated till he fully caught up to today and this time. That was his mistake. He didn't disconnected from the spiritual world and he let his most desired wishes take over.
At a glance he saw the Piece of Eden glow. Its rays calmed down as he felt his body calm down. Could this thing be responsible with what just happened? Whatever it was he had to accept it was only a dream.
After awhile, he cleared his mind off the mixture of feelings and accepted his sinful bitter reality. He is The Grand Master Assassin of Masyaf. Leader of the Assassins order, and soul protector of this Piece of Eden. He has to accept that truth. Surrounded by thousands of men ready to do as he commands, he still felt alone.
Looking at a side, he erased his mind from feeling week again. He will also have to accept that the one woman he loves will never love him back. She will never be with him ever again.
He can't continue feeling pity for himself. In order to survive in this world, he will once have to detach himself from dangerous emotions. He has responsibilities to this world, and feeling pity for himself will not help him win against the Templar's.
"Master. This person insisted in seeing you." One palace keeper spoke.
When Altair looked up, his heart jumped in surprise.
Dressed in white as the virgin that you're not, you sat on a chair confused, embarrassed, and angry, but slightly grateful.
Earlier today, everything was ready. All the guests were seated. All the flower arrangements danced with the wind as every one waited for the bride. In a Catholic wedding, it is custom for the bride to walk to the altar with her father so he will give her away. The groom shall wait in the altar patiently for his bride.
Everything seemed to speed up today. You sat patiently dressed in your tent as your father walked in with a prideful smile. In the Muslim religion, your are not to see your husband until you have agreed to marry him. Until you have said, I do. But today you will have to say it in front of many people.
The wind made your white veil dance in front of you. When your father guided you to the ceremony, all awes and gasps were heard. Every one looked at you with a smile. You felt like you should have the same smile on and you tried so hard to fake joy and happiness with your mouth. A path of rose pedals lead the way to your husband.
The King of England stood proud and more confident than ever. He was dressed in white and gold with his crown on his head. At his right stood the priest that will seal your marriage with a man that you don't love. He will seal the peace for Jerusalem, peace for the people.
It took all strength from you to not run away. Your breath was constantly interrupted with an ugly feeling in your stomach. It just didn't feel right. It just didn't feel right to marry without love, but it is your duty as princess to end this war. After today, your people will suffer no more. Peace will fall on Jerusalem and it will be the end of the crusades. Let it be over with. You can make it through today. You can do it.
Last night you prepared yourself mentally and physically for this wedding. You constantly repeated to your self that you will Marry King Richard for the sake of your people. You will marry this man and bring peace. You will bare him children and support him with any decisions he will make. You will be by his side for anything at anytime. Surly in time you will grow some sort of affection towards this man.
Although you tried to convince yourself of your bitter future, you couldn't help but think of Altair. As all moments with him came to the surface of your memories, you fell on your knees and cried towards your loveless future. Silently you cried out all your love all your pain of loving. You never expected that one cannot love without running in pain. Holding your chest tightly, your heart ached so much. More than when your father left to fight against the crusaders. None stop tears poured down from your eyes like waterfalls. When you were unable to hold it anymore, you bit your bottom lip then cried your breath out. You cried his name to the heavens hopping he would hear you and he would come to your rescue and take you away from everything. He will keep you with him close, oh so close for all eternity.
When there were no more tears left, you lied down on the carpet in your tent. On your side you prayed for his well-being and you accepted your destiny. Your sad destiny. Maktub. It was written… and there is nothing you can do that will prevent you from your destiny.
If it weren't for your father guiding you to King Richard, you'd be still standing in the beginning of the isle. In not time you were handed to your husband. As his warm hands held your hands he smiled at you, but there was something different about that smile. It seemed mixed with other things.
As the priest began the ceremony everything around you seemed numb. Lifeless. You looked around and you thought there couldn't be a better wedding than this once. Two cultures will unity as one for the sake of the grater good. It felt peaceful. Your family was present as well as his sister. Many other faces were present as well, but you didn't recognize them.
When you turned to look at the King he looked at you puzzled. With an exchange smiled he asked if everything was ok. You smiled but didn't realize a tear fell from your eyes. When you felt the coldness on your cheek you immediately wiped it away.
"Stop father…" You looked up at Richard. What happened? "I cannot continue this. Azeneth I know that you have no desires of marrying me." You were about to protest when he held up his hand stopping you from speaking. "My dear I know you don't, because I feel the same way." He does? "Spending time with you made me realize that this war was nonsense. I continued the crusades after the past two kings deaths thinking it was the right thing to do when I was crowned king, but now I see the truth. And I thank you Azeneth. You would have been a great queen for England, and a great wife. But if you would have become my wife, our hearts will never be committed to one another, no matter how hard we tried. Your heart will never be mine." Oh dear lord. "You have yet to have a chance at love, Azeneth. We both do. The whole world does." He said out loud. He smiled truthfully this time. Happy and confused you hugged him with all the thank yours of the whole world. When you pulled back your father stepped in angry and confused. The soldiers from both sides prepared for a fight.
"How dare you decide such thing? Why will you not marry my daughter?" The anger in your father was more than clear.
"Saladin, your daughter had nothing to do with my decision, she opened my eyes for what is worth fighting and dying for. Not land or riches, but love. Love is worth everything." Gossip and whispering were heard as the audience turned around to understand what is happening. "I would like to talk to you in two weeks from now. I believe we can come up with a peace treaty without the need of marriage, but trade. It will not be of great sacrifice, I promise. But I do want to stop this blood bath once and for all." He ended and faced your father ready for an outburst of anger.
Your father looked surprised and admired the man for his honest decision. Having more respect for the man, your father agreed. Your father turned, explained everything and dismissed everyone.
Now you sit here husbandless. Wow. Even this King who once said was glad that you weren't married or else he wouldn't have met you, didn't marry you. You were glad, but it still hurts to know that no man wants to marry you. You will grow old and bitter towards the world. Nah, you wont. You just feel like this right now, but you hope it will be over soon. You hoped and calmed yourself as you walked for the rest of the day on the green fields of Acre.
In time for dinner you returned to camp and saw that everything was cleared, as if nothing had happened. As if there never was a wedding. There really wasn't. Trying to avoid any eyes and over hearing conversations you ran strait to your room and changed your clothes.
Going over today's event as you combed your hair, some women might be feeling embarrassed and shamed, if this would have happened to them, but you didn't feel nothing like that. Instead, you felt grateful, and guilty. Guilty because you didn't end the crusades as you planned. You felt guilty because you are glad that you aren't married. Your selfishness made you feel guilty. Your love towards one man made you feel guilty. As princess you have to put your people's needs first, not yours. And because of that guilt you don't know how you will face your father. He expected so much from you, and you wanted him to be proud of you, but…Oh God. What will happen now? King Richard did say he wanted another agreement, but will your father agree? If not, will they come to an agreement at all? How long will it be till they come to some sort of agreement? Will they fight again instead? Holding your head you tried to dismiss all the other questions. All you wanted was peace, and with this marriage, peace would have been secured, and your father wouldn't be fighting and risking his life against death anymore. All you wanted was peace. Holding your face you didn't know what to do. You felt the weight of the world on you. What will it be of Jerusalem now? Silently praying to Allah, you hoped he would hear your cry. When a maid entered she took you to dinner.
As dinner took place, it was quiet. Everyone was quiet. The only sounds you could hear were of servants handling plates and the sound of wine being poured in cups. Your father was solid quiet as he ate with you and your brothers.
"In a week you will be sent back to Egypt my children." When your brothers began to protest they immediately close it shut. They knew it wasn't the time to question him. "You will be sent back to Egypt, because I will not risk your lives here. I… I don't know what will be of this battle from now on. I…"
"We understand father. We will do as you command." You spoke with your head down. It is best to do as he commands. Since you couldn't put distance between you and Altair by going to England, you will do so by going to Egypt. And once again the opportunity was in front of you.
Two days after, you woke up to the call of prayer. Today felt great despite of the day before yesterdays miss event. The heavy guilt you felt on your shoulders left. Everything will be fine. You hoped so. You trusted King Richard. He is a man of his word, and something did seem different. He was a changed man, and you have no doubt him and your father will come to a peaceful agreement. Insh' Allah. All in God's name.
The sun shinned today, with very few clouds passing by. The air felt fresh and clean. The birds chirped as you saw an eagle pass by. You dressed today in a lavender gown decorated with golden designs. Your veil of the same material and color was loosely placed on your head.
After lunch you walked with your brothers to the military side of the camp. This might not be a place for a woman, but there was nothing else to do. You and your brothers watched as the men trained. When they noticed your presence they bowed and fought harder. As if trying to impress you.
It did work, but no one will ever surpass Altair. He is far stronger, smarter and faster than any man you have ever met. Unless of course, he fought against your father. You cannot predict the outcome of that battle.
As you leaned back you noticed your brother Mas'ud very strange. He seemed alert for some reason. He constantly kept looking around him and up. Is he alright? When you were about to ask him what was wrong with him, he immediately ran off to Allah knows were. Confused you dismissed the thought. When you sat on a wood bench two maids ran up to you asking if you needed anything. When you dismissed them Jabari came and sat next to you.
The both of you sat and watched your little brothers practice fighting with wooden swords. They were being taught by two high Generals. The air smelled sweet and fresh.
"How do you feel my lady?" He asked not turning to look at you.
You smile before you responded. "Why don't you tell me how you feel? Because I know you want to murder King Richard."
"Fine. Yes, that is exactly how I feel. You have no idea how much I wish for his death for shaming you. I don't care how much respect your father has for him, any one that shames you my lady deserves to die." You glanced at his side and saw his fists tight with anger.
"Don't worry Jabari. If it was meant to happen, it would have happened. Maktub. My marriage with the King wasn't written. I am destined to be alone." You looked at him with a smile.
"You deserve much more my lady. You deserve the greatest man in the world. And even to him, he doesn't deserve you." You both laughed.
"If only such man existed. He would have to be an angel from heaven." You looked up at the sky.
"Oh but there is." He said with a smile as you faced him. "There are angels without wings my lady. I speak because my beloved Rashid is my angel." He turned to look at you. "I know your angel will fall from heaven to stay with you my lady." When he held your hand and you felt his deep care and love for his flower boy.
You smiled feeling happy for him. As he pulled you to a hug, over his shoulder you saw men running to the directions of the gates. Confused you pulled away and saw a soldier running towards Jabari.
"Captain. Assassins are approaching the main gate!" The soldier said. "They have Prince Mas'ud!" In that instant you immediately ran up towards the gate. Yelling orders to the two generals training your bothers you told them to protect them no matter what. You have to go save your brother. Why was he capture by assassins? What type of assassins are they? Could they belong to the same lair as Altair? Who ever they are, they messed with the wrong family.
Getting to the gate you saw it close shut and secured with guards ready to fight against any brake-ins.
As you fought against Jabari's grip you noticed your father was already speaking with the assassins demanding for answers. He stood at a high tower as you could barely hear what they were speaking.
"Azeneth this is no place for you!" Jabari tried to pull you back.
"Let me go Jabari! It is my responsibility for my brother's safety. I will never forgive my self if anything happened to him! I have to save Mas'ud!" Just after your words, your father gave a command and the gates opened. The crowed of soldiers parted like the red sea as 20 assassins rode in with their beautiful horses. Why so little?
The leader, you suspected to be the first one that entered, had Mas'ud mounted behind him. When Mas'ud got off you rushed in but you were again pulled by Jabari. Punching him off you ran towards your brother. You have to know he is well.
"Mas'ud!" When he turned to look at you a big smile grew on his face. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?" You asked as you searched on him for any hint of blood.
"Why would I hurt your brother?"
That voice? It couldn't be. Not him. Not here. Frozen in place you looked up and saw the White Assassin that came in your room once. The same Assassin that protected you and your family against the Templar's that attacked your house. The same Assassin that held you tightly against his bare chest and caressed you so gently. The same Assassin that made you beg for more and more as he rammed your breath out. The same Assassin you cried for the night before your wedding. That Assassins is here.
Looking up at him ready to take anything, you pulled Mas'ud behind you. Although his face was covered by the shadow of the hood, the sun made his eyes shine. They seemed lighter… a light brown? When he smiled at you, your heart began to beat fast, and for a split second you felt pressure on your chest. Oh Allah! Your heart always reacted at the sight of him, but this time love and fear made it beat faster. Love you felt towards this man and fear because you didn't know his reason for coming here. Why? Why would an Assassin come here for? Then again he knows your father, but why was Mas'ud with him? Could your brothers know them as well?
When Altair got off his horse, you were able to smell the same muscular sandalwood. It brought back buried memories, but they soon gone again when Jabari stepped in, pulling you and your brother a few yards away from him and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
When the air blew hard his hood lifted a little and you saw his sight pierced on you. He looked dangerous as ever. Strong, powerful and proud. When you saw his tong wet his top lip you swallowed hard your need to kiss him. Oh how you miss his kisses. Oh how you miss his touch. You miss his voice, his lips, his body, his hands, his scars, his neck, his chest, his legs, his everything! Everything.
Catching yourself, you pulled yourself away from your desires. That was the reason why you wanted to go back to Egypt. To forget him, and everything he did to you. Because staying here will only hurt you more. Loving him it's as dangerous as he is.
Your father came and stopped right in front of Altair. Your father was accompanied by a guard and soon enough a person came and stood next to Altair. Malik! Why is he here as well? When you saw your fathers mouth move, so did Altair. Why are they speaking so low? You lean a little forward in attempt to hear their conversation but it was useless. You are too far away. At time you would catch Altair glance at you. Feeling your blood rush to your cheeks you looked away. Oh how you hate the effect you have when he simply looks at you. Your brain told you to get away from here and shut yourself in your tent till it is safe to come out, but your feet were planted on the ground. Maybe this will be the last time you will see him, and your heart wanted to have this last opportunity.
After a couple of more words were exchanged, your father and brother began to walk as Altair fallowed. Where are they going? Altair called five Assassins to come with him and Malik.
Your father came towards Jabari, and you soon felt two strong eyes on you. You didn't know if to look at them or not. You had your sight on your father.
"I want you to stay here and keep an eye on the assassins. Make sure nothing happens. I trust you Jabari." After those words your father glanced at you then walked towards the tent where he has his military meetings. As you saw the love of your life walk, he looked at you over his shoulder. When the wind blew, you heard its whispers. A very familiar tune that echoed when your eyes met his.
Maktub, it was written. A wise woman named Natacha Atlas sang this song.
(Look it up in youtube. You will hear the cry of your heart)
The song echoed in the walls of your father's military camp as the wind blew sand between you and Altair. Feeling pressure on your chest, it was hard to breath with his intense sight on you. The only pair of eyes that have seen your body naked. Those sensual dark eyes are the only witness to countless assassinations. Looking at them is as if you wished to find yourself, because when your eyes met, your true self was released and your body wanted him only him. It was sealed, you know deep in your heart, no matter how far you run, it doesn't matter how many years go by, you will never forget this man.
When they vanished in the tent, you began to make your way to that tent. You have to know what and why is Altair here, but you were stopped when Jabari pulled your arm.
"Eh eh eh. Where do you think you're going?" Jabari asked. Stuck in words, you made a run for it once Jabari was distracted. You didn't stop running, you never looked back to see if you fallowed because you knew Jabari wouldn't disobey your father and leave his post.
When you got to the tent you looked around and tried to find the best spot to overhear. Some flaps of the tent were lifted and guards stood by them. Then you remembered of the tent that connected with this one. The one that you slept in when you escaped from Jerusalem.
After you entered the tent you leaned close and parted slightly the veil that separated you and Altair. Only enough to get a clear view of the scene, you bit your lip an you prayed you won't be seen. On your right you saw your father with five armed soldiers and outside you could hear the sound of metal as soldiers stood outside of the tent. On your left you saw Altair with Malik and one Assassin. Where are the other four assassins? Maybe outside as well.
"You come to tell me that your master is dead. He died by your hand, and you want to keep the alliance with me, not with the same contract and terms I had with Al Mualim, but with a new one?" You saw Altair nod. Looking back at your father you saw him in deep thought.
You never knew your father had an alliance with Assassins. OH! A few years ago you remembered over hearing a discussion between your father and uncle Saif about why keeping an alliance with someone who tried to murder him once? With… Assassins! Yes! Now you remembered! Your father tried to hunt down these Assassins but since he couldn't wipe them out, one night he woke up with a note pined by a dagger by his side saying that he will be killed if he didn't stop. Maybe that was why he made the alliance with the Assassins, to secure his life. And he had a powerful weapon indeed. But he never used these Assassins against Richard. With one word, your father could have had the King dead. But he didn't, he wanted to fight him honorably.
"Tell me Assassin. Why should I trust you when you killed my friend?" Your father asked.
"You might not known, but Al Mualim was a Templar. He craved power, and as you were distracted with this war, he had plans to enslave humanity." WOW. He did? But how did he plan to do that?
"Templar? Enslave humanity? I don't believe you Assassin. For all I know you could have killed your master so you would take over his place." Your father said looking at him deep.
"I have no need to lie. Al Mualim wanted to enslave humanity with an artifact you are familiar with." Altair searched in his pocket and brought a glowing sphere. Like the one you have!
"Thief! You stole that from my temple! Guards get him!" At your fathers command two soldiers attacked and the two Assassins ran to protect Altair. NO!
"NOOOO!" You ran towards your fathers guards to stop the attack but you knew you couldn't stop that massive man. Ready to receive the blow, immediately you felt a strong wave coming from your feet all the way to your body, freezing you in place. When you were released you fell on your knees and so did the Assassins and the guards. What just happened?
"Azeneth." It was Malik. He helped you stand up with his single hand. When you felt Altair's presence you stiffened but as your father came towards you, you pulled away from Malik and gave a step back. The guards looked scared and frightened. So did your father.
"How did you do that? What sorcery did you use against my body?" Your father asked.
"Al Mualim planned to use this to succeed in his plans." Altair spoke.
"Al Mualim stole it? I knew I shouldn't have shown it t-"
"No, he didn't father. It is still with us. Well, it is still in our Temple. It didn't cross my mind to take it out when we were attacked." You spoke looking at your father.
When your father stepped closer to Altair he was silent. He stood looking at the glowing sphere before he looked at Altair. "I did know he was templar, once in his past. I thought he grew out of those ways. I see I was wrong." Your father turned away and walked to his original spot and sat on his chair holding his head. You rushed in with a cup of water to his aid but he dismissed it with his hand. He prayed in silence. Your father massaged his temples for a while, and then looked up at Alatir. You helped him stand up. "Then tell me Assassin." He pinned Altair with his gaze, most would be intimidate and sweat in fear, but not Altair, he was ready for anything. "I see that you're a man of honor and respect. With what terms do you want to keep our alliance?"
Altair stepped forward. "Great Salah ad-Din. As Grand Master Assassin, I wish our alliance can be as strong and peaceful as it was with my past Master through a strong contract. I Altair Ibn -_ wish to marry your daughter, Azeneth."
At the sound of those words you held tight your fathers left arm. You're shock, he wants to marry you? Just when you felt yourself smile and actually believe his words, doubt came to ruin everything. Correction he said marriage. Nowhere did he say he wished to marry because he loves you. It is just to seal an allegiance.
"LA!" NO. "I will not have my only daughter marry an Assassin!" Your father spoke as he wrapped you in his arms. Glancing at Altair you saw anger, by the clench of his jaw and stiffness of his neck. "Why can't we be at peace with the old contract? What is wrong with it that you prefer marrying my daughter?" Your father asked as he handed you to a guard for protection. "Tell me Assassin? Why?" Your father asked and you wanted to know as well.
Altair seemed wordless. Speechless. If he wants to convince your father, he will have to choose very carefully his next words. But something was in your head. Why? Why won't he answer your father's question? When he looked at you he seemed lost, vulnerable, and scared? When Malik leaned on his shoulder to whisper something, his face changed and his jaw slightly lifted with pride. His eyes snapped at your direction and you felt your heart jump to your throat.
"I wish to marry your daughter because my heart cannot live without her. I'm in love with you Azeneth." He said meeting your eyes. Time seemed to have stop. He looked at you like a proud lion ready to fight for his mate. Gasps and whispers were heard in the room. Even your father couldn't believe this confession. Did you hear correctly? Altair loves you? Confused and surprised you looked at Malik for the truth but he had an unreadable face.
At the corner of your eye you saw your father look at you, but you didn't want to stop looking at Altair. You tried to search for a hint of lie, but the more you stared at him the more you wanted to run to him and confess your feelings as well. Oh Allah, there is nothing you desire more than to run to him and express the need and love you have for him.
"Love? You, the Grand Master Assassin loves? I thought your kind was trained to never love. Azeneth. . . Azeneth?" Your father looked at you.
Is true what your father said. Altair did mention he had no desires to love, none the less marriage. Why would he do so now?
"I don't believe you Altair." You grew cold towards him. You raised your chin up and straightened your spine as you took a breath. Altair took another step forward and two guards step in to block his path, but you signed them to let him come. You have to know the truth, his true feelings. His powerful masculine figure made every nerve in your body activate. He made your body burn with need of his touch, in need of his kisses.
You felt your father's eyes studying you both very carefully.
It took a while for Altair to speak. When he looked up at you he pulled back his hood revealing two hazel eyes! Short light brown hair and the scared lip you love. He is more beautiful than what you remembered. Oh dear Lord, you felt it difficult to breathe when he is only two feet away from you. Oh how you wanted to touch him. Oh how you wanted to pour your heart out to him. Oh how you wish you could believe him. Looking up at him, all buried feelings returned. Your heart screamed the love to him. His eyes traveled from your face to your body and it felt as if you weren't wearing any clothes. When he smirked, in his eyes you were able to see his desire for you. The same look and fire he had back in Jerusalem. Ya lee. Oh night. Oh sweet night.
Once again you felt the weight of the world on you. Your hands once again held peace between your father and the deadly Assassins. But what if you agreed to marry him? Will he change his mind at the day of the wedding? You cannot bare another embarrassment to your family. And you will not know what to do with a heart shuddered in thousands of pieces. No! You will not have your heart broken! He is lying to you. You close your eyes shut, pulling yourself from all wistful thinking and once again convinced yourself he will never love you. Oh how you wished he would go away, if only a dgini would appear and make him disappear forever! Felling a familiar touch on your cheek you looked back up at the eyes of truth.
"Habibi ya nour el-ain." My darling you are the glow in my eyes. "Wala ghayrak fi bali." No one else is in my mind. "Alby eshtaflak." My heart misses you. "When I didn't see you in the bureau, it was the first time I remembered how fear feels like." Really? "Something in me awoke. Something I've felt a long time ago, and because of my first loss, I shut myself from those dangerous feelings. Until I met you. I'm in love with you Azeneth." Oh lord… His words were like an oasis to a desert warrior lost in the great Sahara desert. They held an eternal promise. They were the words you so longed to hear from him. But why can't you believe him? Why can't you seem to accept his feelings? You know why… How can you believe this man loves you when so many have never confessed, and stayed to prove so. You will not be able to survive if he ever hurts you. It is too good to believe. Altair doesn't love you. You shut your eyes to hide your pain and disbelieve, but they were soon opened when his thumb caressed your cheek and his next word, "Habibi, Kalbak nadami wkal bithibini." Beloved, your heart called me and told me you loved me.
What? He couldn't possibly have heard you when you screamed for him the night before your wedding! You looked at him surprised and confused but he only smiled. His mouth stretched into a smile that you have never seen before. It held warmth; it held care, happiness and love? True love?
"A little bird heard your cry, and he flew to me." Confused you saw him glance at his right and you saw your brother Mas'ud smile. It was your brother's plan? "Habibi, I know you love me and I love you." You looked back at him. "Please accept my proposal. Will you be the mother of my children? Will you be by my side when I most need you? Olt Eih?" What do you say? "Will you be my wife habibi?"
Oh Allah. . .
That same day as the sun was setting you felt the light breeze of the cold night that is yet to come. When you shivered your husband wrapped his arms around you. The orange and pink sky colored you inside with love and happiness.
The wind blew your hair and veil. You both stood beneath a tree looking at the horizon. Feeling peace at last you took a deep breath and smelled your husband's sandalwood spice and muscular scent. When he placed his chin on your shoulder, you caressed his face and he turned to kiss each finger.
Maktub. . . (It was written)
When he kissed your cheek slowly he went down to your neck. Moaning out your need you turned and wanted to kiss your husband lips but he held you at a distance. When you looked up at his eyes, they were the color of fire. His mouth held a smirk and you felt a familiar need in between your thighs and in your core. As the sky became dark Altair held your hands and slowly brought you to the tent that was prepared for the both of you.
Ya lee, ya lee. . . (Oh night, oh night. . .)
When Altair dropped the flaps, your breath became short as he walked towards you. When he pulled your white veil off he admired you like only a man can admire the woman he loves. Combing a few strands of hair behind your ear he leaned down and kissed your neck. Oh sweet heaven!
Maktub, ya nas. . . (It is written, oh mankind)
"Why do you love me, Azeneyth?" He asked as he pulled back.
"You want to talk right now?" You asked annoyed as you pressed your chest on him. You leaned up to kiss him, but he stop you with his index finger and caressed your lips.
"Yes I do. I need to know why? Why you chose to love me, an Assassin who has nothing born to his name, no gold, no land, only death." He looked serious. He does need to know. His heart needs to know.
"Well. . . for one. . . Kalby Ekhtarak." My heart chose you. You looked at him with more truth than ever. "You from all other men, saw me and never ran away. Instead, you protected me from everything. You were the only one that desired me. In many ways that didn't required for you to touch me, you made me feel like a woman. The way you look at me," You caressed his cheek. "No one has ever looked at me that way before." You caressed down to his mouth. "But most of all, because my heart never felt so confused, afraid, and happy with anyone else but you. I love you Alta-."
In less than a second Altair brought your lips together and kissed you like never before. With such strength your arms held on to him. You felt his strong possessive hands lift you up and he wrapped your legs around his waist. You pulled his hood off and threw it on the floor. He carried you to the pile of pillows and soft cushions of all sizes and colors. When he gently laid you down, his eyes trailed from your face to your chest. Smirking, his eyes held you down with pure passion and desire. Your chest jumped when he released his hidden blade. What is he doing?
"Alta-"
"Shh. Trust me habibi. . ." His voice caressed your heart and you responded with a smile. Slowly he guided his blade to your chest. Feeling the sharp point he slid the metal down ripping your layers of clothes all the way to the end. Hiding it back, he freed your skin from your ripped gowns and his right hand caressed your belly up between your cleavage and your collar bone. His eyes looked as if he has never seen such beautiful treasure in his entire life. After he leaned down and kisses your stomach to your surprise he began to speak in Arabic…
"Oh lord, you have blessed me great with this woman
Now I beg you to bless this night
May she bare me strong and healthy sons
Who will fight and protect the creed after my death…"
He is praying! Is this what all Assassins do when they marry? You wanted to ask him, but you didn't want to interrupt this beautiful prayer. You reached up and began to remove his weapons and he helped as well. In no time he laid on you naked. Nothing but only skin to touch. You marbled his strong scared chest. A true warrior in body and heart. You slid your hands on his well defined abdominals up to his strong chest and shoulders. Sliding higher, when you caressed his neck you felt him purr under your touch. Oh he looked so good. When he opened his eyes, they burned with need and longing. With a smile he leaned down to kiss gently your neck and he continued the prayer whispering it to your ear…
"Now here we are
Tied together by an eternal bond called love
She owns my heart, my body, and my blade
With hands that kill, they shall only protect and caress her…"
You let out a couple of moans by his expert touch. He slowly kissed your arms, chest and breast. He put so much attention to your nipples. You held on his head as you swirled your pelvis with need. His tong flicked your nipple sending a tiny wave of pleasure to your core. Oh how you wanted him now. Moaning out more, you needed more. Increasing the time, you rubbed your knees on his crouch to increase his need. He grunted and moaned as well. When he changed to your other nipple, his hands caressed your inner thighs increasing your temperature of pleasure. His skilful fingers caressed behind your knees and calf's. Oh how good this feels. Biting your lower lip you were able to feel the barriers brake as pleasure almost got to its peak. Just when his hands began to caress your folds you opened your legs to give him full access.
Altair lifted his head and kissed you once more as his finger entered you slow and deep. You let out a gasp and held on to his shoulders for support. His fingers began the love motion. You arched your back and you moved your pelvis to his rhythm. His lips moved between your legs and he began to kiss your thighs, slowly making his way to your entrance.
"Tonight I will part her sacred flower
And love the breath out of her."
When his tong began to play with your clit everything broke loose. The passionate you is free, ready to once more mate with this man. As he kissed, you held him in position. Keeping him in place, oh you love it when he makes love to you with his mouth. When he speed his motion, a familiar yet new wave ran up from your feet to your core. Oh Allah! Thank you for this blessed night! Digging your fingers in his hair, Altair grabbed your legs and pulled you down burying his face on you. He kept you in place and his kissing was rough and fast. Oh Allah! He makes you feel like if nothing in the world matters but him. Only him and you. You swirled your head around with pleasure! OH YES! OH ALLAH! You moaned louder every passing second. When you opened your eyes your sight was blurred by the wave of pleasure that only Altair can bring to you. It's coming! You're coming! Your- Ahh!
Laying down in surrender, you tried to catch your breath and energy, because the best part of this night is about to start. Oh sweet night!
When Altair rose above you, he positioned himself between your legs. Smiling at each other he leaned down and placed his forehead on yours. You tried to catch your breath. Oh you are so dearly thankful for this man. You could not have wished for anyone else.
He supported his body with his elbows and he gently kissed your face. Then he guided your hands around his neck, and also your legs around his waist. You gasped of pleasure as you felt his hard cock on your entrance.
"We shall become one flesh
We will be mated for life
For life, my love
Not even death shall part us."
With one thrust, you held on his back as you felt his rock hard cock make his way in so deep. OH DEAR LORD! He is huge! As you let out a cry of pleasure his mouth caressed your neck. His tong liked your jaw and chin as he trusted deep. Hard and deep. You gasped every time he reached your barrier. Your limit. But that did not stop him from thrusting any deeper. You moaned out his name every time an incredible wave spread all over your body, because only he can make you feel like this. Only he will ever make you feel this way. He owns your body and heart.
When you pulled him to kiss his lips oh you felt your breath coming short every time. And you liked it. You will drown in passion with this man in any day at anytime. You buried your nails on his back when he began to thrust harder. Bringing your nails to his shoulders you left a red path and he moaned heavy arching his back. When he looked back down on you he smirked and lifted your left leg on his shoulder thrusting harder. Oh God! You moaned loud digging your head back on the pillow.
He looked so beautiful. You saw and felt every muscle flex and work as me made love to you. In This position you felt your eyes roll back with pleasure every time he thrusted deeper and harder. You felt every part of your body hot and alive with this position. Every nerve grew hotter and hotter, and soon you were both covered in sweat.
This stallion is all you need. It never mattered to you that he is not surrounded by gold. What only mattered to you was the way your heart reacted with him and his real filings towards you. And now you know that he loves you. He does. And you will be by his side. Counseling him the best way possible, and stand by his side the whole time till the end.
The gas lamp that lit up the tent was enough to see the sweat on his brow. As one drop slid down his cheeks it fell on your chest and it united with the sweat between your breasts. That is what is happening right now. You have become one. Oh how good it feels. If only you could stay this way for ever. And you will. Everywhere, in every place you both go, nothing will separate you because you are meant for each other. And something told you that when this life is over, it will not be the end of this love.
With one last kiss, you held on to him as your whole body grew tight and the veins in Altair's neck were visible, throbbing with red hot blood. He pulled his head back and he bit hard as your body gain incredible strength. Something deep in your body took over you. The wave of pleasure spread from your core to every inch of your body. You grabbed Altair's arms, digging your nails on his tight biceps. You marked him yours as he marked your body with his seed. It exploded in you and it felt so wonderful. You savored every single nerve and wave of this intense release!
This is love. This is true love.
You welcomed his heavy weight on you. His tire head rested on your breasts as the both of you regained your breath. Shukran. Thank you Allah.
With one kiss on your chest he lifted his head and spoke.
"For there is nothing greater in life than this
Just as I live by the Creed
My wife is now part of that Creed."
And with that, the Assassins' wedding night prayer was sealed. This time, it was you who pulled him for a kiss. A kiss that was filled with deep love. But there is something you would like to know. After breaking the kiss you combed aside the sweat off his eyes and smiled.
"Habibi. Now it is my turn to know. Why do you love me?"
It didn't surprise him; instead he smiled and lifted himself off you to lay on your right. He brought you close to him and you rested your head on his left arm. His right hand caressed your cheek as you saw him seek words.
"I love you for so many reasons I have yet to find words for." You moaned disappointed but he brought your face back to him. "But I love you because, instead of loving anyone else that you deserved, you chose to love me, just me, an Assassin." It was all true. And you were able to hear and feel the truth in his words, but most of all, you felt his love in the next kiss and the second round of love making.
Ya lee, Ya lee. . . (Oh night, Oh night)
Maktub. . . (It was written)
Kulishey Maktub (Everything is written)
Maktub. . . Yan as (It is written, oh mankind)
Maktub. . . (It was written)
