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Year 1476	By : Khalessi Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 3778 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Today was a very busy day. I never was able to sit down, until I had to light my candle-stick to see my surroundings. As I was lying in bed, it dawned on me that I had not written in my journal for some day’s time now. I sat down next to the candle and picked up the quill pen that Mario had bought me for my room. Speaking of my room, it’s big and has a lot of potential. When you walk into my room, the bed is further away from the door. It’s closer to the wall with windows. I have added some touches to the room, such as a couple of crimson, velvet blankets, and satin sheets to the bed. A desk that has some holes in it, but it still stands on all fours, and can hold a book and pen. I must make a note to buy more for room when more money comes in. I shall now update you on the days that I have not written:

Business was not looking good at the brothel and I knew we had to do something about the place if we were to get customers. I decided to head off to the bank, withdraw some money and go shopping for material to spruce up the place. As I walked down the cobble streets, I dazed out and thought about how I accepted the job title as Lead Madam of the brothel. How it had changed me, when I met my courtesan’s. They took me in as a true mother, and always came to me when there was trouble. There was a couple of times I entered a room, where the man was naked, swearing words at me, only to have me grab him by the ear and drag him out to the main hall, where he had to apologize to the woman he was with. There was a time where I smashed a wine bottle over a man’s head, drug him outside and left him naked for the world to see. Again I accepted the title, and my girls accepted me.
As I reached the bank, my mother looked at me with a smile to her face. With the sun shining upon her face, she somehow looked younger than usual. It was great to see her look so happy. My father was sitting at a desk with books around him, doing the numbers. I guess they had a busy week, and he was trying to play catch up from all the time before. He had to call upon people to come and get their money because it was owed to them. I asked my father to give me 500 florins. He looked at me, and right before he asked for what, I said to him.
“It’s for the brothel. My girls have no clothes, there are no fabrics hanging in the windows, and some of the beds are broke along with a couple of the steps. I need repairs done, and in doing those repairs, I need the florins to do it with. He smiled, wrote down how much I was taking out of my account, and placed the money in a bag. I thanked him, gave my mother a kiss on the cheeks and turned around. I was to head off to the tailor. As I was continuing with my walk I noticed to my right that there was a figure dressed in a robe sort of outfit. I could not even see the face, but I knew that they were following me, and I kept my pace. If I were to have run, they would have chased me, but if I would have stopped well they would have taken me away. Keep on track is what I kept telling myself. Just as I turned the corner to the tailors one of my courtesan’s met up with me. Poor thing, no one is going to want business from her. She is wearing a potato sack as a dress, and her hair is a matted mess.
“You are to come with me. We are going to the tailor and I need measurements.” I said this with a smile. Knowing I was safe with her around from that shadowy figure and she was not ignored by someone.
I walked into the tailor’s shop and noticed all the wonderful colors that were lying around. Gold’s, Deep Red’s, Royal Blue’s, Vibrant Purple’s, and different shades of Emerald Green’s. I cleared my throat so that the tailor would know that someone was in his shop. He came around the corner. Oh no! I gasped. It was the same guy I threw out naked. He gently smiled and then said.
“Don’t worry, I know what I did wrong, and I do not blame you.” He smiled kindly.
“I was hoping you could help me. You see I have over a handful of Courtesan’s and they do not have one outfit to share between them. Could I please ask how much to cloth my girls?” I said in a kind matter.
“For my rudeness, how about I charge you for one outfit per lady, and give you 3 extra’s. Just so that when they are cleaning their one they have two more to keep them looking good.” He looked at the girl that I brought in with me and smiled. I could tell by his voice that he was interested.
I cleared my throat again and said “How about that deal, and maybe you can help with adding curtains to the rooms, including mine.” I stopped, and waited. “Deal” he said “I must get measurements of the girls, and the windows if I may. I also will need very little payment, for again the recklessness I caused.” He said more sincerely. I then looked at him and said “If you come to the brothel there will be no playing around, just business. I would hate to have to throw you out again. Plus I would like all various assortments of colors and of course, I would like the rooms to match the person.” I made sure he knew I meant business. Again he said “Deal”. I thanked him, and told him what time to come tomorrow morning, since the girls work from dusk to dawn. He agreed and went along with his work. I knew that he knew I meant some serious business, and he could not play around. He and I set to work on how the outfits were to look. The courtesan stepped up on the stand and stood there. He threw fabric on her and I started with the design that I wanted. The front was to be low cut so that the cleavage between the breasts caught a man’s eyes. A corset is to suck in the loose fat around the middle. This way the girls look thinner. See I knew I would one day find out what that was called. Must tell mother I finally found it out. The bottom of the dress will be shorter in the front, and longer in the back, but will not drag on the ground. The fabric can either be thick, or a thin sheer fabric. Better to make an outfit for the bedroom a sheer one, and the outdoor outfit a heavier fabric. The silk stocking they wear must be seen, so that’s how short the bottom of dress should be. I want to make a man, look twice at my girls, and know that he will visit when the time is right. The colors however; are to be seductive colors so that a man starts thinking with his other head. I feel so bad saying it in that way, but it’s the truth.
Note to self: After he is done with his work, set him up with this courtesan for a free session. He deserves it.
I left the tailor’s shop and heard my courtesan say “I will see you later”, and she left. She must have seen someone that she knew, or better yet a lover of someone she knew. My girls try to stay out of sight from those that are married to the very men they see. I couldn’t blame her, and let her go. I felt safe and decided to head off to the carpenters.

As I walked back down the street towards the bank, I noticed that the cloaked figure was right behind me. This time I stopped and so did they.
“Look if you have something to say, you might as well say it. I am very busy today, and I don’t have time to play games.” I finished my sentence, and turned around, to have the figure that much closer to me. I should have ran, but I stood there. I was ready for a fight, and there was no chasing me away. It just looked at me. “Did you not hear me, or better yet, are you waiting for me to drop my guard?” I said a little louder. Enough to get the attention of some gentlemen walking by. The figure then took a step back, turned around and walked away. Good I thought. I started my journey to the other side of the villa. I needed to get to the carpenters before the sun is to set tonight. I need to be back at the books before we open business.
As I reached the front door of the carpenters, that damn figure was there again. “You know, you don’t have to follow me around the whole damn city. If you wanted a guide, you could have gone to the brothel and got one of my girls to take you around.” “Look I am sure you have better things to do as well as I, so I would ask you to please leave and go do them.” “Well..?” I waited All I got was a shoulder shrug, and a head nod. Damn idiot, why can’t this person leave me alone. I know at this point I had lost interest in this person and this conversation. I shrug my shoulders and said “You can stay out here if it pleases you, but I have important things to attend inside. It’s all up to you.” I said this calmly, thinking of how my mother would say it. I turn towards the door and push it open. I never looked back to see if they stayed or if they left.
It smelled of cedar wood. My favorite type of wood. I had a chest in my room that was made of Cedar and on breezy days, you could smell it, and it reminded me of home. I could not put names to the other types of wood smells coming from within. It helped ease my mind about everything that happened earlier today. I noticed a woman in the corner of a larger room. The room looked as it was where they did the assembling of furniture. The woman however; looked as though she did not belong there. She was taller than me, long red hair that was pinned up in a bun, and a slender frame to her body. She was dressed in a carpenter’s garb, and started hitting some nails into what look liked a bed frame.
“Excuse me, Madame” I said
She turned around and I couldn’t help but look at her. She had gorgeous green eyes, like the color of the seas back in Greece. I only heard about their color from my mother, when she talked about her home. Little wisp’s of hair was along her face, and pink color was on her cheeks. Such a beautiful woman working in a place like this, oh but why? She caught me staring at her and placed her fingers into her hair. She started to tousle it around, while asking “Is there something you see and like?” I caught myself, and knew I was staring a little too long at her. I knew in that moment she was talking about herself. “Yes, I was noticing the bed you were making. I was wondering if you could come by the brothel and make some measurements of the girl’s rooms, and make some beds like that for them.” I said this with a kind voice, which seemed that I was looking at her, and wanted her. Oh please greek gods, please help me out a little. I cleared my throat and thought about how I was going to say the very next thing. “I was looking at how beautiful you are, and wondering why such a woman would be in this place?” “I noticed your burnt hands, and scars on your face, and thought that maybe you have been doing this line of work since you were little.” I said sincerely. “I did not mean to look as long as I did. I know how uncomfortable that can be.” I lowered my voice and eyes.
“The scars on my face are from berry bushes from when I was little. I ran away from a man who was trying to take me away. I ran right into the bushes and scared my face. The burns on my hands, came from when I helped Mario open the horse stable out by the front gate when it was on fire. He then was grateful to me, and all the help I did, that he gave me any job I wanted. I said that my father was a carpenter and I know some skills. That’s how I came about this job, and that is how I came about my scars.” She said in a relaxed tone
“Sorry to hear about all of that.” I knew I sounded more sincere now.
“It’s alright, so you wanted me to make your courtesan’s new beds. That will cost you a lot of florins.” She sounded as if she was worried I couldn’t pay her.
“I know that it is going to cost a lot that is why I was wondering could you come by and take a look. Then give me a statement of how much and we can go from there.” I now knew we were on a business track of mind.
“I will come by tomorrow and take a look. I will throw in a new bed for you, if you can promise me that you will visit me. I don’t have many friends around here, nor do I have anyone courting me, and I have become very lonely.” She said
This seemed like a small price to pay. I mean small conversations, some wine and friendship. Might be something new that I need in my life. A true friend. I said “Sounds good to me”. I smiled at her, and she smiled back.
I grabbed the door handle and headed out into the fresh air. I was confused about what agreement I just made in there. What if she really meant by someone like me courting her? I am flattered, but on the other hand, I am not into girls. This I know all too well. As I continue to think of the situation inside of that shop, I notice that the shadowy figure is nowhere around. About damn time, I can make it back to the brothel in good time.
I looked into the florins bag and noticed that the funds were somewhat low. I made my way back to the brothel. Knowing that I did as much as I could to get the brothel looking new again. As I walked past the front gate, I noticed that it was being re-built. From the look of the wood, it looked very strong, but what do I know of wood? I then looked up at the sky and noticed that there were all sorts of colors blending together. A hint of pink, red, orange and a little pinch of yellow. Dusk was upon me and I knew that business was going to start soon. I made it to the steps of the brothel when one of my courtesan’s came up to me.
“My lady there is a gentleman in your room” she said cheerfully
“What the hell do you mean a gentleman in my room? You know damn well no man goes in there, because he will never come out alive.” I said more angrily now “Are you sure it is a guy? How do you know? What does he look like?” I was asking more questions
“Please Victoria, calm down for me. When he spoke, it was a man’s voice. I could not see his face very well, but he instructed me to tell you he was in there, and wanted to see you.” She said again cheerfully
I was not sure if I wanted to hit her in the head, or throw her out completely. Instead, I said thank you and headed inside. Once inside, I took the little dagger out that I kept attached to my thigh. It’s time to reveal this masked man. I open my door gently so that it doesn’t make a sound. I see the figure but he is not facing the door, but looking out the window by my bed. His outfit seems a little odd to me. Was he wearing this today, and how come I never noticed it. His face is covered by a hood, and his body if fully covered with fabric. The outer layer of the outfit is decorated with some sort of metal on his arm, back plate, and boots. His arms have some sort of weapon attached to them. Great for close-up killings I bet. Looks as if he has a sword as well, along with a smaller dagger, these two weapons are covered by a dark colored cape. I have my weapon ready, and I push the door open more forcefully. At this time the figure turns around, and moves his hands towards his head. Is he going to remove his hood. While he is doing this, I am looking at the front of his outfit. Again there is fabric covering all of his body, he has a shoulder plate, along with a chest one, and some plated boots. I have only seen this design in Mario’s house, when he showed me his old outfit. It was an assassin outfit, and only an assassin may wear it. That gets me thinking, why the hell is there an assassin in my room and what does he want. Just then he lowers his hood as I am getting closer. My dagger drops along with my mouth.
“What the hell are you doing in my room? Did you mistake it for one of the other girl’s room? I said this more loudly than usual
“Why hello Victoria, it’s nice to see you too.” He said smoothly
“Don’t get all smooth with me Ezio. I have not asked you to join me in my room, now have I?” I asked, knowing I am waiting for a good answer.
“That you have not, but I wanted some company on this fine lovely night. What do you say about taking a night stroll with me?” He asked
“Why” I asked
“So we many chat outside of the brothel. Maybe even get some fresh air.” He said
“Will you keep that damn hood of yours down?” I asked. I was still pissed about him dressing up like that and scaring me. Was he trying to get himself killed?
“No I will keep it down, since I am safer here in the Villa. I would hate to keep you scared as well.” I smile as he said this.
This coming from the very man who said I wasn’t pretty. Well might as well, there is not very much business happening right now anyways.
“Okay, only to keep near here, for if anything is to happen to my girls, I need to be here quick.” I said to him more calmly
“Sounds like a great plan to me” He said “Now get ready, and I will meet you outside.” He left my room, and a couple of my girls entered and started getting me ready. Teasing my hair, pinching my cheeks for that all round pink look, and placing some color to my lips. The oldest courtesan made sure that I knew that no kissing on the first date, and no other activities as well. At this point I don’t think I needed the pinching of the cheeks, because I was blushing enough from the conversation that was going on in my room. I finally left my room, and headed outside to meet up with Ezio.
As we walked nearby the brothel just to make sure no trouble came to the girls, Ezio talked about his family and all the assassin training that he was going thru. He then must have gotten bored of hearing himself talk, because he asked if I would like to talk about my home, parents, and how I was enjoying being the madam of the brothel. I told him that I was glad to have come to the brothel and look forward to upgrading it. He then cleared his throat and told me that he was the man following me around today. I wanted to get mad, but I thought I had been mad at him enough today. I asked him why, and he said it was because he heard that I was spending a lot of florins today, and he didn’t want me to get robbed. Wait the very man who I hated before was protecting me, but why? He then told me that he noticed at the Carpenters that I could take care of myself, and he headed off to the architect. He paid him in full to get the brothel fully re-done. I smiled, because this was great news, and I knew we would be able to help up-grading the town if we had more business coming in. I was enjoying his company and then I started to notice that I was liking who he was. I started to see a different side of Ezio that not most people got to see. All the stories of his past and mine, just kept getting more interesting.
The hours seemed to have left us, and before I knew it the color of the sky was black. The breeze itself was signaling that it was time to head back inside. Even though I did not want Ezio in my room that was the only place where we could be safe to continue to talk and keep warm. As we walked back in the brothel, I asked one of my girls to get us some tea, and bread. She then brought everything to the room, and asked if anything else. I motioned for her to leave, as too we were talking about his assassin stuff and I didn’t want to involve my girls if I could help it. Even though they knew him, and what he was, I still wanted to protect them. We continued to talk, until I found myself yawning and my eye lids getting heavier. Ezio said his good byes, and shut the door behind him. I got undressed and laid in bed. I was too tired to think about anything, nor write anything in my journal.
The next day the Tailor and Carpenter came to the brothel and took their measurements. The cost was less than what I thought, and I smiled when I could pay both of them in full.
Now that I have written almost ten days worth of news, now it is time for me to get some sleep. Till pen meets paper. Victoria
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