Monteriggioni, May 1478
Boring! Boring, boring, boring!
The numbers before her danced in her vision and the flame of the candle was starting to make her head ache.
Claudia put down the quill and rubbed her eyes. She hated this job and she hated that while Ezio got to go out and travel the country, she was stuck in a small town where most of the shops were closed and the only people hanging around were the mercenaries- all men.
It had been ages since she had heard some nice gossip or met some nice looking men. The mercenaries were gruff fellows who were more interested in building brawn than dress properly and even bathe.
The only other person she had contact with in these months was the architect who couldn't be more annoying with his constant clanking sounds as he moved the small pieces of his model of Monteriggioni about. Why did he have to keep changing the positions of the houses every two minutes?
The only time he perked up was when Ezio came in with a bag of jingling coin bag. Then the architect couldn't be a more pleasant man.
She looked down at her brown dress and sighed. The dress was the only one she had that she had to wash every two days and even mend the tears. When was Ezio finally going to bring in enough coins to get that damned tailor's shop fixed, she thought. She longed to hold the soft rich fabrics that she had in abundance in Florence.
Come to think of it, Ezio had yet to write her a decent letter. So far he had only written elaborate letters to his Uncle and a list of orders to the architect once that had made him so happy that he had immediately added a few more shops to the model. There was now also going to be an arts stall in this town.
Claudia picked up her quill as her Uncle passed by and then tossed it away again as he walked away.
Ugh! She hated this job!