A/N: SO! This would be my first story for Assassin's Creed! :D This fanfic is, pretty much, a series of letters from Ezio to Cristina over the years. And yes, Cristina may respond to them, but I'm too lazy to write hers, and seriously, does anyone want to read an entire fanfic of letters? No, that would be boring. Anyways, each chapter will have Italian translations at the bottom! Please review! :)

Disclaimer: All ownership of the Assassin's Creed series belongs to Ubisoft, of course.

Uno

"Cristina! Cristina! Per favore, open the door."

The young woman sighed in discontent as she was forced to get up from her comfortable position on her bed and cross her room to answer her father. Even more so, however, she wouldn't be able to stand it if he continued his incessant knocking.

"Yes?" she asked with a slightly vexed tone in her voice.

"You have a letter, my dear." Her father explained. He cleared his throat before continuing "I do not know who it's from, but perhaps you can recognize the handwriting."

And with one, brief glance, Cristina Vespucci certainly could. She could never mistake that hurried scribble of her name on the envelope. Her father handed her the letter, and she took it delicately, trying to contain her excitement. A smile graced her lips as she kissed her father on the cheek and hurried back to her bed.

"Grazie, Padre!" she nearly squealed in delight.

Her father stood in the doorway, a quizzical expression on his face. Yet, after a few moments, he grunted and began to close her door. Before shutting it completely, however, he made a last remark.

"Do not forget la vostra visita with Manfredo* this afternoon. You remember how long it took me to arrange it with his family?"

Just wishing for him to leave, Cristina spoke sharply. "Si, si!"

Her father closed the door at last, but she could still hear him call to her as he walked down the hallway. "Be sure to wear your finest dress as well! He is your most ambitious suitor after all!"

"I know!" she called back. She turned her attention to the letter again and, with eager fingers, tore open the envelope. The same handwriting scrawled across a frayed, yellowing piece of paper. It was probably the same parchment that was used for bank notes. Her smile widened as she began to read:

Mio carissimo Cristina,

I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your intimate company last night, and I am sorry for what happened. Had I left sooner, your father surely would not have discovered us and forbade me from your household. I would usually call it bad luck, but in this case, my own stubbornness is to blame. I am sure you have no trouble in forgiving me; however, if you would, please pass my apologies along to your father. I love you with all my being, Cristina. I will see you again very soon. Te lo prometto.

Cristina sighed as the man's words struck a chord in her heart. She pressed the paper to her chest, closing her eyes as she imagined the words being said in his smooth, deep voice. She couldn't help but giggle softly. She stood from her bed yet again and moved to her window, where the cool, morning breeze whirled through her hair. She noticed that no matter how much the wind caressed her skin, her cheeks were burning with a bright blush that warmed her entire body.

She then proceeded to her nightstand, where she hid the letter in the drawer with many other contents. Yet, upon further inspection, one would realize that these contents were actually a growing collection of letters. All from the same sender. Cristina went to her assortment of many fine gowns and chose a flowing, crimson dress with gold adornments. She quickly shed her nightwear and changed attire. Before long, she returned to the nightstand and pressed a firm hand on its surface. Her lips pressed together in a small smirk as she exited her room and shouted down the spiral staircase.

"I am ready, Father!"

The year was 1476… and no matter how many suitors came to call, Cristina Vespucci's heart irrevocably belonged to one Ezio Auditore.

Chapter Two will be along soon! I'd be very, VERY appreciative of reviews, folks! Here are the translations.

Per favore- please

Grazie, Padre- thank you, Father

La vostra visita- your visit

Si- yes

Mio carissimo- my dearest

Te lo prometto- I promise

* So, I'm sure most of you know this, but if you don't know (or if you haven't gotten to Brotherhood yet), then Manfredo Soderini eventually becomes Cristina's husband. ;D