Altair x Assassin!Reader

No Answers, Only more Questions.

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-Altair's P.O.V-

Altair walked away from the master's study, he sighed tiredly. He headed up to his quarters , as he closed the door he took off his sword and dagger. He pulled his hood down and pulled the top half of his robes off.

He sensed a presence behind him, he grabbed his dagger pulling off the sheath and turned throwing a killing blow. It was met with another dagger.

"It's just me Altair!"

-Your P.O.V-

Altair frowned deeply as you, with-drawing with his blade he sheathed it again tossing it on a stone bench.

"What do you want?" he growled.

You took out his necklace throwing it to him, he caught it as he sat down. He looked at it confusingly.

"Where-"

"How did you get that?" You cut him off.

Altair looked at you with an almost guilty expression.

"The master gave it to me, why?"

"Explain this." You said bringing out your necklace.

Altair looked even more guiltier.

"I can't."

"Why not?" You asked.

"Because I don't know." He looked at you.

You narrowed your eyes, judging whether to believe the assassin or not. You sighed turning your back. Seems you weren't getting any answers, only more questions.

"Why do you want to know anyway?" Altair asked.

You turned to him, "Just wondering..."

Now it was Altair's turn to narrow his eyes and judge your truth.

"Also, I wanted to apologize for what happened at the gardens..."

Altair looked away, clearly still angry about it. You felt unwanted so you turned to leave when Altair grabbed your arm.

"What?"

Altair looked at you, he looked sad almost. He looked as if he was about to say something but sighed instead.

"Nothing, the master wants you to accompany me again to Damascus to assassinate the Merchant King."

"Oh? Ok...Are you sure?" You asked.

"It's what Al Mualim want's..." Altair murmured.

"Ok.." You agreed.

Altair still didn't release your arm, just..stared at you.

"Altair?"

He suddenly released you walking away, without a response.

You left shrugging your shoulders.

-A few days later-

You were riding on (y/hn) as Damascus came into view. Altair was already there seeing as he left earlier but you couldn't due to the doctor. You rolled your eyes at the thought of him.

You dismounted (y/hn) as you arrived as Damascus' entrance. You blended with the scholars to get past the guards, once past you headed for the Bureau.

"Greetings (y/fn)!" The Rafik said cheerily.

You nodded as you entered.

"How can I help you?" He smiled.

"I'm here to aid Altair, where is he?" You asked.

"He's out in the city searching for information about the Merchant King."

"I see, I will wait here for him."

"Wait (y/fn) I have an idea for you to help Altair in the assassination."

The Bureau leader took out a package, he unwrapped it to reveal fancy clothes.

"What are these for?" You asked inspecting them.

"The Merchant King is hosting a grand party which is most likely when Altair will strike. There will be female dancers there at the party for entertainment, if you dressed up as one and got into the party-"

"WHOA! Me dress up as a dancer? Are you serious?" You gaped.

"Why not?" He chuckled. "You could help distract the Merchant King while Altair strikes."

You argued for at least half an hour about the idea.

"Fine..." You sighed in defeat.

"Good good, the party will be starting soon. Your best to change now and go."

You took the clothes heading into the back where you changed. You were dressed like a belly dancer now.

"This is going to haunt me." You sighed.

Leaving the back, the Rafik's eyes lit up when he saw you.

"Good luck (y/fn)!"

"I'm gonna need it..." You murmured and left the Bureau.