Part One

Niccolo sat in the study,hands folding leanng his chin on the backs of them,he looked at Ezio with a somewhat unnerving peer, almost scrutanising him. The silence was awkward even for Ezio's liking,drawing himself up,finally the other man spoke.

"Mentore...How old are you exactly"

Ezio didm't like that question,her could feel himself puffing himself out with indigance and becoming quite defensive. It was really any of this man's business,but he'd have to give Niccolo an while he was using that stare. His voice was steely and slightly stand off-ish.

"Fourty something...not that you need to know. It's none of your business!"

"Ezio...I think, all things considered and given being a man of your age yo-"

"Man of my age! What is that supposed to mean!"

"Let me finish what I was saying!"

"Fine." He crossed his arms,a full pout on under his hood.A man of his age indeed.

"As I was saying...all things considered and given being a man of your age you should really think towards leaving yourself an heir."

"I have probably have plenty of children already! You want me to make more?"

"I do not mean some bastard that you made in your teenage romps in Firenze. This child has to have your name,you need to be close to the mother so the brotherhood can safe guard him. And you have to pick the mother carefully also,some one you know will give you a healthy child and there is no chance of someone else having fathered it.
The child must be legitimate in a way."

"You want me to marry!"

"No Ezio...just not having a one night stand."

"Hmm...Only you could make sex a chore."

"Don't see it as a chore...Love your partner of piece shalll fall into place and your seed will take root."

The master Assassin sat on the bench outside,leafing through a book with names and one of these women seemed half were courtesans. He tossed the book aside into the . Did he even want tied to a woman and her ?Fiancially? By duty?

"Uncle Ezio!"

A young fresh flower of wamanhood ran up to him,hugging him fondly. Already laying eyes upon his beloved "niece" soothed his spirits. Wearing robes much like his own,her hair sat with the same bangs,and she had his and mario's eyes. They shared a strong resemblance,as a child people often thought her his daughter.

She shared much of his passions and flaws,and deep set Mario-like traits. How cruel it was that Mario had taken his secret to his grave,that she was his 's only cousin. He had often wondered where she came from,none of his siblings,live or dead had had children but he embraced her all the same. She had proven herself an asset to the Assassins in the recent 18.

"My beloved are back from your adventures in Paris so soon"

"Did you miss me?"

"But of course. It has been so quiet without you. Not to mention a little bit lonely without you being there to steal my bed space."

"I told you before...There's something not right about my room...feels haunted..."

Ezio merely laughed,standing up,his arm around her shoulder,leading her back inside away from the novices he had acrued. He spoke with her, of Paris,the french assassins,how they trained. His smile plastered itself over his lips as she told him with great enthuiasm,describing everything in great detail. Leaning over to kiss her cheek,his lips hovered for a moment near hers before softly placing on her cheek.

"Now go bathe,you have trained hard for today."

He turned fast,walking back towards the study,to where Niccolo was. Opening the door suddenly, a sense of urgency radiating from him.

"Niccolo! My niece, do you know if she has any...male visitors or any lovers?"

"Just because she's related to you doesn't mean she's the teenage sex pest you were."

"Just answer my question."

"No, the young men can barely get close to her. Why do you ask anyway?" He raiseed a brow studying the Auditore.

"Just out of curiosity."

"Very well. You are very protective of her, you'd do Mario proud."

"Mario?"

"It does not matter,Ezio. Please go and have dinner."

Ezio sat at the table,pushing his brocolli around and round his plate with little interest. Consumed by his thoughts that went round and round just like the vegatable. There's alway Catrina..they were close...no...she was older than use, besides,she'd only use that child for her own gain. And she already had three of her own. He sighed loudly. When did a man with a harem the size of his become unable to precure a son?