“Damn.” You cursed softly under your breath as the nib to your quill broke, a splodge of ink now sat unpresentable in the middle of the page, you reached for a cloth, dabbing it gently to tidy the mess as best as you could, your brows creased into a frown of concentration.
“My my, your fingers are black and blue, (y/n), you do know ink is meant for the parchment not your hands.” A family energetic voice broke your peace as you looked up sharply.
“Yusuf, what do you want now?”
“Why should I have to want something to visit you?” He smirked, folding his arms across his chest as he looked down at you.
You shock you head before setting the ruined letter aside, you would probably have to re-write now.
“Whose the letter for?” He asked, peering curiously at it.
“Ezio.” You answered plainly.
“A love letter? I hear he was quite the charmer in his day, you know.” Yusuf teased.
“No, actually it was a le