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AC: The grace of chaos IIShortly after Alexandros was back, carrying a substantial portion of souvla with cheese and some olives. Maria needed nothing more than a glance to understand that she had earned his hatred. The man put down the new tray, picked up the old one and left without saying a word. This time Maria silenced her own pride and quickly swallowed everything, finally giving rest to her empty stomach. She knew long hours of boredom and waiting lay before her, so for a while she tried to kill the time looking through the opening at the top of the wall. To do this, she moved the bed under the window and climbed over it. But when her curiosity was finally sat
Comfort - Altair+MariaAltaïr had hoped that tonight would prove to be peaceful. He had hoped that he and Maria would be able to sleep without any disturbances.
He was wrong.
It was night when he awoke. That is, when his eyes had snapped open from the reverie of some dream. Whatever it was, he had no recollection of it now. All he knew was that in the adjoining room, one of his sons was throwing a fit.
"Altaïr " A drowsy voice slurred in front of him. A brief glance downward showed that the sluggishly writhing figure that was his wife was now awake. Ah, yes his wife. Since their marriage in Limassol, the two had been inseparable, not merely
When you say nothing at allAltairXMaria, Lyrics: Ronan Keating - When you say nothing at all
There she was. A huge crowd of people stood on the market place and she was among them. He didn't know why, but he was sure that he would found her wherever she was. This woman belonged to him.
The assassin came closer to her, but the citizens of Jerusalem, forming a kind of obstacle, were in his way. Forcing an angry groan back, he tried to find gaps between the people, but there were so many of them...
Impatient, he took a look at her again and noticed that her eyes laid on him. The white hooded man felt that his heart beat faster and there was this...feeling again.
AC - spoilers: L'inverno del padre
Non la carne e il sangue, ma il cuore ci fa padri e figli.
Friedrich von Schiller
Tazim aveva ventidue anni quando Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad aveva tolto Masyaf dalle mani del traditore Abbas Sofian. All’epoca Tazim non avrebbe avuto alcun problema ad ammettere il proprio orgoglio schietto seppur puerile, come gli sarebbe apparso a distanza di tempo. Dopotutto era stato proprio lui il primo ad appoggiare il colpo di mano con cui il Maestro aveva recuperato il controllo della fortezza dopo un intero ventennio d’esilio forzato.
Fino a quel giorno, il giovane aveva conosciuto il leggendario e controverso Maestr
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