A/N: Borgia Spy readers probably are waiting for me to have the next chapter up, but you'll have to wait 'til next week, folks. So I am compensating you guys (and other people to looking for something to read) with a series of one-shots set in the Assassin's Creed universe. The stories will be set in 2 different universes: The original timeline/universe, or the universe of my OC story, the Borgia spy. Also, I have finally started playing Brotherhood! *squeal!* But I haven't finished it yet, but my brother already has.

So, have fun reading!

Universe: Assassin's Creed 2 and Assassin's Creed Brotherhood

Main Character: Pazzi daughter (OC)

Pairings: OCxOC

Rating: PG (For language)

Chapter summary: The best and worst night of her life.

Year/s: 1480

Word count: 1162

Vittoria de'Pazzi loved parties.

Especially her party. It was finally her coming of age, and Papa had prepared a ball in her honour. That night, for the first time in the sixteen years she had been on the earth, she powdered her face ivory and brushed her lips with scarlet, a pretty lace gown hid her nakedness, while Mama had weaved white roses through her dark braided hair, and she looked so fine when she entered the ballroom the other girls flushed with envy.

But the highlight of the night was when Ignacio arrived. Dressed in his best finery, to the debutante he was handsomer than all the men in the room, including her dear Papa. When he came to her she resisted the urge to wrap her arms around his neck and lightly touched his fingertips with hers, and he smiled at her with a smile so bright she felt like she might have fainted.

"Vittoria," he said to her, the smile never fading," I must talk to you."

She smiled as he took her hand, and led her away from the busy party-goers and into the deserted courtyard, where the rose bushes her mother had picked her hair ornaments from glowed in glory in the faint moonlight.

Ignacio took both her hands.

"Vittoria", he said as his thumbs drew circles on the backs of her hands, "I've loved you for many years, but you are not truly mine." He let go of one of her hands and drew the hand that was still holding hers to his chest.

"I am yours," she argued playfully. "Now, and always."

He smiled again. "My father has been looking for a bride for me, and he will allow me to die without one. He has a list for me to choose from, but I told him that there is only one woman that I want." He drew the hand up to his cheek. "Vittoria, will you marry me?"

Tears sprang into Vittoria's eyes, and she wiped them hastily away, so the drops won't ruin her makeup. She wrapped her arms around his neck, like she always imagined doing, and it felt like she belonged. "Oh, Ignacio, you know I would, but would Papa allow it?"

Ignacio smiled and embraced her tightly." I will talk with your father; I'm sure he will, my Vittoria."

Then he brushed his lips against hers, chastely, but it was enough for Vittoria's blood to boil and wish that this night- the best, most wonderful and magical night she's ever experienced-would last for eternity.

"VITTORIA! IGNACIO!" Her mother appeared in the courtyard entrance, her expression fearful.

Vittoria, in her joy, oversaw her mother's fear. "Mama," she said jubilantly, "Ignacio has asked for my hand!"

"Vittoria," her mother said, calmly. "Come inside."

Vittoria looked over at Ignacio, whose smile was fading.

"I'll come along soon," he said to her. "Go."

She nodded, and went over to her mother, who stiffly took her daughter's hand and walked gracefully away.

When they were out of sight, Madonna de'Pazzi released her elegant form and took off running with her daughter trailing behind, lifting her heavy skirts.

"Mama?"

"Guards, mia cara, they want to see the members of the household."

"Whose guards, mama?"

"Medici."

A shiver went down the girl's spine. She knew that the Pazzi and the Medici were tense with one another, after what happened a few years before. Her papa had nothing to do with it; would they be arrested?

"Why are they here?" She whispered as they neared the ballroom.

"... I don't know."

In the ballroom, the merriment and dancing and talking had stopped. The guests had formed a circle around the guards and Vittoria's father, who was trying to geAt the guards to explain to him what was going on, but they had succeeded at ignoring him. All eyes watched as the Pazzi women entered the room, and when they did, one of the guards- the leader, no doubt- pushed his way to the front of the guards.

"Are all the members of the Pazzi family in this household here?" The boldest guard asked.

"Yes," Vittoria's Mama answered.

He took out a document and looked it over for a few moments, his eyes glancing over from the paper to the family. Then he sighed and began to roll it up.

"Men," he said calmly to his companions, "arrest Federico de'Pazzi."

Madonna de'Pazzi wailed as her husband was restrained, and there was uproar among the guests. Vittoria tried to hold her mother up.

"Wait!" Vittoria screamed over the noise. "Why are you arresting him? You can't arrest him without a reason!"

"What is going on?" Ignacio said as he entered the ballroom. "What is happening?" Everybody ignored him as they tried to petition for Federico's innocence.

The leader Medici guard looked at Vittoria, not bothering to hide the disgust in his eyes.

"He is being arrested for being a part of the Pazzi Conspiracy, and you"- he shoved a finger at Vittoria – "will never be able to marry, you little puttana."

Vittoria's already pale face whitened at the statement. "W-what do you mean?"

A cruel smile appeared on his face. "Lorenzo Medici-" the room quieted at the name- "has decreed that the Pazzi will be stripped of everything; the men arrested, the women forbidden to marry, the family tombstones erased. This is not your home anymore." He gestured around the room. "This is the Medici's property now, so I suggest that you leave."

"That doesn't make sense!" she cried.

"I was not part of the Conspiracy!" her father continued for her, "My cousins where the ones who tried to usurp the Medici!"

The guard shrugged. "Orders are orders. It says here-" he pulled out the document and showed it to Vittoria- "that all of the Pazzi must be arrested."

"No! No!" she cried, and tears fell down her cheeks, the white paint running and exposing ribbons of olive toned skin. "This is not fair!"

"Life isn't fair, cara." Sang the leader, the guards leading her father away.

"Papa!" she screamed as he was led out of the villa, "Papa!"

He looked defeated as he looked back at her. "Care for your mama for me, Vittoria."

It truly was the worst night of her life.

Outcome

"A nunnery?"

"It's all you can do, bambina. It's either that or La Rosa Colta. We may have been disgraced, but we are not whores."

"What about you, Mama?"

"I will go to my brother in Roma. It will be several months, but you will be safe in the nunnery until I come for you. Be strong, ragazza."

"...I will never marry, will I? I will never be Ignacio's, and he will find somebody else to love. In fact, I hear he is marrying Rosa d'Bella"

"I'm sorry, figlia. I know you loved him. And he loved you. But we can do nothing; only bear the weight of the mistakes your father's relatives caused."

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Fin.

A/N: Inspiration for this story came from Lucrezia's lecture in the Castel: "Do you know what became of the Pazzi once your hunt was finished? Your dear friend Lorenzo stripped them of everything and threw them into prison, even those who played no part in the conspiracy. The women were forbidden to marry and the family tombstones were erased. Wiped from the history books. Poof! Just like that!"

I found it sad. It wasn't their fault they had evil relatives!

Check out this book I found out about on Wikipedia: Primavera by Mary Jane Beaufrand. It's supposed to be about the Pazzi Conspiracy from the eyes of the fictional youngest daughter of the Pazzi family. I actually know nothing about it, and I would really like to read it, but my local library doesn't have a copy and I doubt you can find a large enough bookstore where I live. *sigh*