Another fanfic for the 100 prompt challenge! This one features again a young cesare and a young Lucrezia.
I sat down slowly on the soft grass. It was a nice cool day, perfect for relaxing. I lied down, not caring if my new dress got a bit dirty. I knew father wouldn't mind. I was his precious girl after all. I smiled as a soft breeze crossed the enormous garden of my mother, Lady Vanozza. I greatly enjoyed spending time here. Father visited me quite often. I always called him 'father' in these occasions, although apparently I shouldn't call him this. I never understood why. I breathed inn and out, slowly, enjoying the relaxing feeling that surrounded me. That was a nice change from the everyday stress that I was so used to, that I hated so deeply. I could barely see my brother any time now. He was always very busy, as father always explained to me. He would apparently go to study in a few months time, and he had to be ready for that. He always told me to study, so I was useful and not useless like the other girls. I felt myself become sleepier. I felt as if I would fall asleep inn any moment, the only thing preventing this being the shouts of the maids that were looking for me.
My eyes suddenly opened when I heard some footsteps near me. I suddenly got up, wanting to know who had wakened me. "My dear sister" I heard a male voice say. I looked to my left, and there was my brother Juan. "It's you" I said. He chuckled, and sat down beside me, with that cocky face that he always wore. "Why are you here, sister?" He asked. I frowned. "Because I want to" I answered. He chuckled. "You know that ladies like you shouldn't be outside. You should be inside if you want to end up married and be pretty. Which will be something difficult for you, seeing how you are right now" He said, with a teasing voice. I felt my eyes become blurry, and I turned around, searching for the orange that I had brought with me here. I didn't want to cry, not in front of Juan. "Ah! You will get fat, sister!" Juan the shouted, as he grabbed my orange with quite an amount of force, which made me fall down. He quickly then threw it at the house. I got up, and tried to catch the orange, but with no result. "But I didn't have my breakfast today!" I shouted, a tear now rolling down my cheek. "Why are you so mean, brother?" I then said. He laughed and went away. "You won't be able to get your orange now, sister" He said, with an evil tone of voice. "You are too ugly for that" He said. I felt two more tears fall from my eyes, as I saw him walk away, laughing cruelly.
I fell on my knees, and started crying. Why did he have to be always so mean to me? Why did he always do the same thing? I heard some footsteps behind me. I covered my face. I didn't want Juan to see me like this. "Go away" I said, with a sad tone of voice, trying to contain more tears. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was surprised. I turned around, and saw my brother Cesare, smiling, with my orange in his hand. "Don' cry, sister. I don't want to see you sad" he said, as he hugged me. I hugged him back, and stopped crying. I was happy again. I ate the orange, enjoying it's sweet flavour. I offered my brother a piece, but he said that he didn't want it, that he would be happy with his apple.