A game, or real life? (Ezio x reader)

Hate can only last so long

I finally placed my quill down, allowing my eyes some time to rest as I leaned back on my chair. I sighed. God, what would I do were I to leave all this? Would I even be able to fit in in my era? With this age, with so little civil background? I'd be nobody. Just an old woman erring on the streets, with no home to go back to, no job to sustain my most basic needs. I'd have nothing. A woman who lost everything. With one final sigh, I stood from my chair and looked out through the window, which had a perfect view of the Galata tower. And oh, I didn't even need to speak to feel the urge in my body. The raw need to just climb up there and allow the wondrous smell of the sea brought by the warm, summer breeze to just lull me into a peaceful trance. Just that mere thought made me shake my head and chuckle softly. Guess this life really did change me. Just as I stepped away from the window, the door was suddenly opened. Swiftly looking over, I froze upon seeing a Janissary close the door behind him. But just as I was about to reach for my weapons, the man removed his helmet and mask to reveal himself as my husband. I sighed in relief. "Jesus, Ezio. You scared the living Hell out of me..." I breathed out, resting my hand over my chest.

"Chiedo venia (I apologize), (y/n)." He replied, before walking to the bed with heavy steps. I immediately knew something was up, especially from the way Ezio just flopped onto the bed. I furrowed my brows as I proceeded to sit beside him.

"Ezio...?" I softly asked, resting my hand on his leg. "What happened?"

"We should have looked further." He shook his head, burying his head on his hands. "We should not have jumped to conclusions so quickly."

"Tarik really was innocent, wasn't he...?" I softly asked, but I already knew the answer. And from the way Ezio was asking, I knew he had found out too late. I sighed. "Oh, Ezio...you can't blame yourself for that."

"He was fighting from within, (y/n). He gave me a map indicating where the weapons are." He explained through gritted teeth. "I screwed up. We all did."

"...does Suleiman know...?" I asked then, after a few moments of silence.

"No, not yet." He shook his head. "I am heading to Topkapi Palace as soon as I am out of this clothing. I would look too conspicuous wearing a Janissary outfit in the Palace. They know the killer was wearing these clothes."

I nodded in acknowledgment. "I'll ask one of the recruits to get rid of this uniform then. Come, let me help you." I urged, reaching forward to grasp his bloodied hand. Ezio didn't reply, but still allowed my hands to travel with a practiced ease across his shoulders and chest, getting rid of his uniform in an instant. I was still mad, don't get me wrong. But I knew it could wait. Right now, this mattered more. He mattered more. Grabbing a damp cloth, I proceeded to clean the blood that had stained his hands and forearms. Tarik's blood, and probably a few more soldiers'. Though I remained focused on my task, I could feel Ezio's eyes on me. And looking up, I confirmed just that. Calm, calculating, intense and tender, just how I knew him. I cracked a smile at the sight, before I stood up. I walked over to where his Assassin robes lay, and I grabbed them before proceeding to hand them over to him. While Ezio began to dress, I got his armor and weapons ready. I helped him put them on, and just as I was fastening the last straps of his chest plate, I felt a large hand caressing my cheek. And just as I looked up, I felt him leave a soft, brief kiss against my lips. Before I even had time to return the gesture, he was already walking out to the door.