** I love Ezio and Cesare and I don't think I could choose between them if I tried. I tend to mix the AC and Showtime's character's for Cesare and also Micheletto/Michelotto. ( sho/the-borgias/cast/7430/micheletto-corella ) Mainly because Francois Arnaud is dark & gorgeous and Sean Harris is just fantastic at portraying the ruthless Micheletto/Michelotto... My character Roma is blunt, arrogant and cruel at times but hopefully some of you will empathize. I'm really enjoying exploring her character. :).. This story will focus on my OC's POV but I will also jump to Ezio and Cesare in future. My ideas tend to change as I delve deeper into the story so forgive me if I get overcome by writers block and frustration and go MIA from time to time. I try to keep my chapters between 500-1000 words to keep myself sane. Anyway, Enjoy! **
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTER'S FROM ASSASSIN'S CREED OR THE BORGIAS. MY OC'S AND PLOTS ARE MY OWN.
Prologue
The dawn had revealed itself through the tattered multicoloured curtains. The stillness of the camper van had indicated that she was well and truly alone. This was her chance. She shoved her treasured rag-doll to the side and edged out of bed ever so delicately, unwrapping the layers of rainbow coloured sheets that kept her snug all through the night. Her feline like movements almost made no sound at all. She was as silent as a ghost; carefully searching through the walnut cupboards for the prize that she craved.
The soundless air was interrupted by a desperate sigh of annoyance. That clever devil knew I would be looking for it; where would that sneak have hidden it. Her wide, piercing green eyes surveyed the room, scrutinizing every little detail for the slightest clue. Wait a minute.. That's not right. Her eyes focused on the left corner of the embroidered quilt that lay in the middle of the floor. There was a floorboard that just didn't seem to be sitting in place. Got ya! She inspected the contents of the secret compartment. A dusty book, a rusty chest, a sketch of some soldier, a beautiful black velvet cloak that had carefully crafted gold embroidery around the hood.. AND there it was, her jar of joy! She rushed over to the bed with her jar. She realised that she was running out of time. She twisted the jar open and indulged in her forbidden fruit.
No less than a minute had gone by when the door creaked open.
"Jesus Christ, Roma! What have I told you!? Those blueberries were for the muffins I'm making for the celebrations."
Roma turned to her mother with a face full of guilt. She was caught "blue" handed. Her eyes began to fill with tears.
"I'm sorry, Mama.. I..I just.."
Her mother knelt down in front of her beloved daughter, and wiped her tears with her silk scarf and began to use it to clean her berry smudged hands. Her mother stared into her daughters eyes, their green emeralds mirroring each other. A short moment of silence passed and Roma's mother's stern expression instantly formed into that devilish grin that broke so many hearts.
"What am I going to to with you, eh? I'll need to give you some sort of punishment."
Roma's eyes widened, she quickly averted her eyes to the ground.
"Look at me little lady. I know exactly how you are going to make up for this gluttony."
Roma nervously lifted her head to meet her mother's eyes.
"Madonna Valentina will be very disappointed if she doesn't get these blueberry muffins so since you have eaten the bulk of them, I need YOU to go out and gather some more blueberries." She gave her daughter a wink and a kiss on the forehead.
Roma's smile reached her eyes.
"I swear Mama, I will bring you back hundreds of berries"
"Well, Be off with ye' then."
The mother and daughter exchanged a loving gaze and went on with their chores.
It was late afternoon when Roma returned back to the camp. She was so proud of herself, she had filled two wicker baskets full to the brim. Mama is going to be so happy. She might even let me help bake the muffins! The camp was oddly quiet for this time of the day. Everyone must be inside baking trays of food for the big New Year's celebration tonight. I better hurry.
She placed the heavy baskets at the side of the porch and skipped over to the van.
"Mama, I'm Ba..."
Roma's eyes were drawn to the trail of blood that covered the floor of her home. At the end of the trail was her mother. She was being restrained by a figure cloaked in white. She caught her daughter's eye. She did not make a sound but her eyes said enough. I'm sorry. You're in danger. Get out. Run. I love you.
The white figure murmured something before slitting her throat. He lay her body gently on the floor and whispered "Requiescat in pace."
As he turned to leave he was met by Roma's broken expression. The tiny droplets dripping all down her face. Judging by his startled stance, he had not heard her come in. Without saying another word, the white hooded figure rushed passed her out the door.
** Reviews welcome! Any criticism and comments are appreciated. :)