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- Safety and peace, Altair. - Malik said not even looking at the fellow assassin. He had every right to be upset, because of Altair Kadar was dead and he lost his arm, and was now stuck in Jerusalem, away from his love, female assassin named (Y/N). He wondered what was she doing, did she forget about him already? Found someone else? She should, he wouldn’t be a great material for a father or husband now, armless.
- And to you Malik… I have some news from Masyaf. - Malik didn’t stop his work. - It’s about (Y/N). - Now Al Sayf raised his gaze, looking at the assassin.
- What’s with her? - he tried to sound emotionless, but his voice cracked a little.
- She was attacked. - Malik froze. - She’s badly wounded, but medics are saying she will live… she requested your presence. - Al Sayf blinked and jumped over his desk, grabbing Altair by his collar.
- What happened to her?! Who attacked her?! - man yelled, as Altair hissed, stepping away from raging man. - Altair I warn you… tell me exactly what happened.
- I took her on my mission in Acre and some templars must’ve followed us to Masyaf. In the moment we split to get to Al Mualim, they attacked her and me. She covered me and arrow struck her. She should be stable now… - loud noise cut the air, as Malik smacked Altair with his only hand.
- If she dies, it will be because of you. - Al Sayf hissed before he left to Masyaf. To you.
In the moment he arrived, everyone were trying to persue him everything is alright. But he could see that their smiles are fake and lies they were telling him. He stormed into your room and his gaze stopped at the small, pale figure lying in the bed. Your side and stomach was covered in bandages, soaked in scarlet blood, just like your legs and arms. After you got shot, templars decided to finish you off. Altair killed them in last moment. Malik felt like his legs collapsed as he saw your pale face. He took your hand in his and sat near your side. Slowly you opened your eyes and smiled weakly, as you saw him.
- Malik… you’re back… but why are you here? You should be in Jerusalem… - your words were cut by you coughing. Malik gently pushed you down when you tried to get up.
- Hush, you have to rest now. - He said silently and stroked your cheek. - This idiotic novice, Altair…
- Don’t blame him… it was my idea. - You sighed heavily. - I was about to help him in Acre so he would go to Jerusalem with me. - Malik raised his eyebrows.
- And why you wanted to go to Jerusalem?
- So… so I could see you, Malik. - You said shyly. - I… I missed you… but Al Mualim didn’t let my leave on my own, so I made a deal with Altair. - He smiled softly and placed a gentle kiss on your warm lips.
- I think I have an idea to keep you with me… (Y/N) ) (Y/L/N), will you be my wife? - You were speechless.
- Malik Al Sayf, are you asking me this… now, when I look like attacked by a pack of hedgehogs? - Malik nodded, with a sheepish smile. - Well… yes. I willl, Malik. - You said with a weak smile and he connected your lips with his, in a soft smile.
- But I’d rather die than let you trust Altair ever again.
- Malik!
- And to you Malik… I have some news from Masyaf. - Malik didn’t stop his work. - It’s about (Y/N). - Now Al Sayf raised his gaze, looking at the assassin.
- What’s with her? - he tried to sound emotionless, but his voice cracked a little.
- She was attacked. - Malik froze. - She’s badly wounded, but medics are saying she will live… she requested your presence. - Al Sayf blinked and jumped over his desk, grabbing Altair by his collar.
- What happened to her?! Who attacked her?! - man yelled, as Altair hissed, stepping away from raging man. - Altair I warn you… tell me exactly what happened.
- I took her on my mission in Acre and some templars must’ve followed us to Masyaf. In the moment we split to get to Al Mualim, they attacked her and me. She covered me and arrow struck her. She should be stable now… - loud noise cut the air, as Malik smacked Altair with his only hand.
- If she dies, it will be because of you. - Al Sayf hissed before he left to Masyaf. To you.
In the moment he arrived, everyone were trying to persue him everything is alright. But he could see that their smiles are fake and lies they were telling him. He stormed into your room and his gaze stopped at the small, pale figure lying in the bed. Your side and stomach was covered in bandages, soaked in scarlet blood, just like your legs and arms. After you got shot, templars decided to finish you off. Altair killed them in last moment. Malik felt like his legs collapsed as he saw your pale face. He took your hand in his and sat near your side. Slowly you opened your eyes and smiled weakly, as you saw him.
- Malik… you’re back… but why are you here? You should be in Jerusalem… - your words were cut by you coughing. Malik gently pushed you down when you tried to get up.
- Hush, you have to rest now. - He said silently and stroked your cheek. - This idiotic novice, Altair…
- Don’t blame him… it was my idea. - You sighed heavily. - I was about to help him in Acre so he would go to Jerusalem with me. - Malik raised his eyebrows.
- And why you wanted to go to Jerusalem?
- So… so I could see you, Malik. - You said shyly. - I… I missed you… but Al Mualim didn’t let my leave on my own, so I made a deal with Altair. - He smiled softly and placed a gentle kiss on your warm lips.
- I think I have an idea to keep you with me… (Y/N) ) (Y/L/N), will you be my wife? - You were speechless.
- Malik Al Sayf, are you asking me this… now, when I look like attacked by a pack of hedgehogs? - Malik nodded, with a sheepish smile. - Well… yes. I willl, Malik. - You said with a weak smile and he connected your lips with his, in a soft smile.
- But I’d rather die than let you trust Altair ever again.
- Malik!
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So cute