I remember the days Marco and I shared alone in his palazzo. We were young, and in love. He would come home from his errands exhausted; and I would call for him. Telling him his bath was ready, but when he came to me. He didn't seem so tired.

"amore mio, your ba- "

I was silenced with a kiss. The warm sensation of his mouth colliding with mine,it..it felt too surreal!

The way his hands brung me closer to him, I was being folded into to his body. I could smell the sweat and colognue mixing into his body. His raven hair felt smooth under my finger tips.

I didn't want to let go.

"Marco, Basta! Basta!" My voice cracked, as he traveled lower towards my chest. My face burned as he reached for the lacing along my back.

"Principessa, sono grato del tuo tesoro." He whispered among my ears.

My body grew hot and bothered, The way his hands touched and tickled my body. My soul was moaning in delight at the delicious taste of passion my Marco had fed me. My chest refused to roar quietly. So I left the room and let him bathe.

"Stai bene! Stai bene! Mi dispiace veramente, Signorina." He called out.

I let out a sigh in response. But I'm sure he was grinning from ear to ear,like a little bambino. It made me smile widely too.

His smiles were what made even angels jealous, his heart was what moved me the most.

The moment he returned, his lips were back onto my neck. Kissing anf Teasing, it tickled every time he would bite and brush his tongue of the nape of my neck. Finding my pleasure spots all over.

"When can I play, Anjelica?" He asked in a hushing tone.

I didn't want to answer him.

I should've answered him.

Had I known he were to leave me like this, I would have fulfilled his wish.

Because I loved him. Even if he ran to Rosa during the twilight hours. I didn't care about those time he would come home drunk and smell of Rosa's perfume – as much as it hurts me to bare it when the cut first appears; but I've managed to recover.

Marco was whom I loved – But I can't help but think back to the words he said before he had died.

"She would love a man of money and power!"

Did he think his love was not enough to fit my needs?

Does he not see that money was not what made me accept his marriage?

Oh Marco, I have so many questions to ask you…Please, Just show me a sign of what made you do what you have done.

Would you really put me through so much pain, just to test my eternal love for you.

There are number of memories, I've held since we were young.

Should I truly move on?

Or shall I lay in the abyss of darkness, awaiting for you ghostly hands to grant me entrance to heaven.

Ceasre sat across from me. His hands stained in ink as he wrote the letter to Maestro. He would constantly glance at me and smile. But I gave a nod, and set the tea down next to him.

He had reached for the cup before I could release my hands – and the first time out hands touched. His hands holding mine as he motioned the cup to his soft pale, plump lips. My body felt meshy and blazed from within.

And he just smirks.

It was a sinister coy-like grin.

" You're twice as beautiful when you smile, I bet." He says, breaking the silence.

"Grazie."

"If you were mio amore, I would love you like il duchess."

I rolled my eyes.

Was this his way of making me feel better.

Ceasre's hair popped out with the black blouse he wore. Oddly when I assumed his hair was black – it turned out to be a sandy brown.

His forehead connected with mine. My heart was beating rapidly ; my face grew color as Ceasre grew closer.

"I have to thank you for helping me. Sono grato." He whispered.

His touch…

His whispers…

He made me think of Marco. My eyes began to burn at the thought of him.

"You're not Italian, but you speak so bella." I said, while shifting from underneath him.

"I've learned from the best."
"Oh?" I tilted my head.

Ceasre smiled while purring soft whispers into my ear.

"Mio prinicipessa de venize, por era muy bella compra gold."

My body began to tremble. I closed my eyes as he drew his lips onto mine.

Sweet warmths escaped and dived into me. He felt my body molding and clasping into his. His auburn hair tickled my nose; I can tell he was being gentle with me – for his soft delicate hands were lockedinto my hair. His mouth had drifted lazily from my mouth to my jaw, my ear was clenched along his teeth as his hot hasty breath poured bumps onto my skin.

"Ezio Auditore…" He whispered.

What? I tilted my head away from him.

"Ser Marco's murderer: Ezio Auditore." He said before breaking his lips from my neck.

Marco…The Man in white. This couldn't be.

"The Auditore, they died with treason." I said, rising out og my seat. Ceasre grinned, waving his hand of the attractive drunken smirk.

"I refuse to say it, if he were dead ,but that's the man who cut down Marco in Venize."

I covered my face, wiping my shame. Ceasre placed his hands around my waist and held me, he smelled of fine exotic oils sent from Constantanopli.

But that wasn't the point, I buried my face into his bosom, and cried.

His whispered were so delicate and sweet.

"Relax, mio 'll find him. And avenge him."

I choked on my breathing.

" I cannot love anyone. Not after –"

"Marco?! " He snapped out, " That's what you wanted to say?! I'm sure he would have wanted to be happy. Even when he isn't around to do it himself."

I closed my eyes and listened.

Would he be happy, had I loved Ceasre?

I had too much to think about – It began to make me lightheaded.

Shortly, I passed out due to stress and exhaustion. In Ceasre's arms.