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Time to Reconsider

[(Anonymous)]

He’s in the training ring when they arrive, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, and he doesn’t notice, dressed only in his pants and boots, matching Malik blow-for-blow in perhaps one of the hardest fights of his life. Of course, they’ve gathered quite a flock of novices and journeymen, as well as a handful of the master assassins, so they don’t even see the escort bringing them in. He’s tempted to fight dirty and pull the string on Malik’s pants so they’ll fall, rendering him naked and ending the fight, but that’s not how they fight. Not when they’re training. He and Malik are breathing each other’s air as their blades meet in a lock, and he swallows, earning a smirk.

“Tired already, Altair? I expected more.”

He snorts. “Hardly tired, Malik. You’re simply going—”

“Altair!” he hears his wife screech, and it’s a mutual end to the match as he turns.

His wife hasn’t pushed through the crowds yet, so he walks over to the water bucket and grabs the rag, washing off his face as Malik does the same to cool down from fighting under the afternoon sun. He looks as he rubs his chest and shoulders, and the novices are parting as Maria comes through before stopping, wide-eyed. He frowns, not used to seeing that expression after finding him after a fight. Perhaps lustfully, he muses, but never horrified.

“Yes, dear?”

“Get dressed, you buffoons! They’re here!” she hisses, and he looks at Malik, catching his tunic and pulling it on, the long sleeves and the hood, putting the last buckles to rights as he sees two elder people come walking forward.

He gives a curt bow, knowing Malik is doing the same, as the others still there follow him.

“Oh, dear… Maria… who is this?” he hears the woman say.

“This is my husband, Altair, and his second-in-command, Malik,” she grinds out, gesturing.

Altair straightens, and so does Malik. He steps forward, mildly surprised by the hand thrust forward and the kisses on his cheeks when he takes the hand but goes with the action naturally. He nods at the father, perhaps a little more surprised at the same gesture from him, and his lip twitches when the father laughs at his awkwardness. The only man that Altair will kiss is Malik, and that is all. He swallows quietly, thankful for his hood as he looks them over carefully. He wonders how such a strong woman came from these two.

“You must be Maria’s parents. It is a pleasure, Mr. and Mrs. Thorpe.”

The woman smiles warmly. “You’re so polite! How on earth did Maria get her hands on you?”

His lips twitch, hard enough that he’s sure the parents noticed as Maria hisses, “Don’t you dare!”

He bites the inside of his lip, looking at Malik to see the man staring at the sky, also fighting a smile. So far, he can’t understand why she thinks her parents are such a bad thing. He nods at his wife.

“Very well, if you’ll follow me, I’ll assign you a servant until the end of your stay.”

He walks out of the ring, followed by Malik. He leads them up the path, into the castle, up the stairs, and listens to the quiet chatter as he spots the novices he was looking for.

“Hakim! Noora! I have an assignment for you,” he barks, biting his lip when Maria’s parents sound impressed at the quickness with which they respond and the shock at the deep bow he received. “You two are to attend to the Thorpe’s needs until they leave. If an assignment arrives for you while they’re here, I will find others. Understand?”

“Yes, Master Altair,” they respond in chorus.

“Go prepare them a room, and then come find us.”

The novices nod once, and he knows that he’s too easy on them with things like this, remembering his own days of serving visitors by himself. Still, he muses, he knows how demanding some of them can be, and he wouldn’t subject a novice to something like that this early. He leads them back to the library and offers them seats before sitting across from them. Both Maria and Malik have vanished, probably to calm his wife down, and he leans back as Mrs. Thorpe says with awe:

“This place is incredible. Nothing like England.”

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