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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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Day 93
Tuscan

Today was the grand opening of the brothel. Business has been kind of low lately due to the brothel being renovated. The girls had nowhere to take their business, so the gentlemen stopped coming by altogether. I was starting to think that the remodeling was going to cost more than anything, and we would go out of business before we knew it. I tried to not think of that, but it was kind of hard, since I knew that there were only two courtesans being able to keep their customers satisfied no matter the circumstances.

Note: Much make us known to the world, well at least to the guys that once came here. Another note, tailor must get free session for all the work that he has done. Every room looks amazing, and every girl has a special outfit for only the bedroom scene. The other two outfits are for morning to afternoon strolls. He did such a great job on the dresses, and the curtains, that he must be paid more for the quality.

My girls thought it would be nice to purchase me a couple of new outfits. The ones that I brought with me were very elegant, and that’s all I had. So during the day while helping with the hammering, cleaning up dirt, sewing blankets together, dusting, and cleaning the rest of the place up, I damaged all of my good dresses. The girls thought it would be a nice gesture for all the hard work that I have done, to buy me new dresses. I have got to say, that they are more elegant then the previous ones I owned. The top of each dress had a corset sewn into the fabric, and it made my bosom closer to my face then I remembered them ever being. The back side of the dress there was a bustle that was sewn in as well. This gave the illusion that I had a big back side. I really do not know what the meaning of my boobs being so high, and my butt looking bigger than it was before, but I enjoyed the look of each dress as I tried them on. One was a darker emerald green color with beading on the corset, the second one, was of the color of crimson with gold stitching on the hem of the dress. There was the third on, and that was just a plain ol’ royal blue dress with nothing fancy on it, and then of course there was the usual black colored dress. Maria whom is my oldest Courtesan said to me that every woman must have a black dress. I never asked why, but lavished in all the new dresses that I owned. I have lost all words, and end up hugging them all.

“All of you are the best. Thank you so much.” I said this as a tear started to fall down my face. “Now let’s go and see if my new outfits can bring in some customers.” I have never sounded so sure of myself ever, nor did I ever think of myself as an advertising tool to be used. To actually see if I can go out and get us some business.” I never sounded more excited about going out and getting business for myself. I just didn’t know where to start, and I was ready for what the world had to offer.

Note: I must go ask Mario about how to get our brothel noticed.

Maria places me into the Emerald Dress and ties it all the way up. This process left me light-headed and finding it hard to breath. I too was also really excited about leaving the brothel, even if it was just for a minute or so. You see I have been in here working on this place since the architect showed up 35 days ago, and most of my girls and I have not seen the daylight, only the darkness. I grab my little coin purse, knowing that I will stop by the bank to visit my parents, and to take out the rest of my money. Might as well have a reserved purse for any emergency. As I am getting the finishing touches to my outfit, which includes my hair, and rousing, Claudia *Ezio’s Sister* comes in to pay a short visit. She tells me that her uncle would like to see me immediately. That cuts my trip to the bank, but I will make it there after the meeting. As I walked to the house, I was lost in my thoughts. I kept thinking about all the good things that have come my way with the brothel, the girls, my friendship with Ezio, and of course my close friendship with the carpenter. With all of these thoughts that I had going on, I did not think for one second that my life could come crashing down in mere seconds. Mario is waiting for me at the top of the stairs leading to his house. His facial expression was that of sadness, not the happy face that I always encounter on a daily basis. He must be morning his brother and nephews still. I do not know how that feels for I still have my parents, and haven’t lost anyone important to me. Now if you count the house I use to live in, then yes I lost that, but glad I did.

“Good morning Victoria, I trust you slept well” His voice was low, and he took in a deep breath. “Please follow me, there is something we must talk about.” He waved his hand towards the back of the house, where there was a bench by the stone wall. It was in the middle of two statues, and had flowers growing behind it. Mario handed me a sealed letter, and said,

“If you have any questions after reading this, please come and see me in my study.” His eyes darted away from mine, and I then knew something was wrong.

“Mario, why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong? Why did you have to write it down?” I ask, only to see that he did not want to answer my questions. I nodded at him, and he dismissed himself quickly. My hands trembled as I started to open the sealed letter. As I unfolded the letter, I could not help but notice it was my mother’s handwriting.

Dear Victoria,

Please forgive me. I should have told you about my past when you were younger. I was too afraid that you would have gotten into serious trouble if they really found out about me. So I am writing this letter to tell you the truth. Your father was a Templar on leave, and I was an Assassin on leave. I came from Greece, just to get away from all that I had encountered. Greece was beautiful, but when you look at it every day you long for a new place. That’s how I ended up in Florence. I was a trained killer, and I killed many before you were born. I bumped into your father while walking to a pub one night, and noticed his garb. It was that of the Templars, and I didn’t say a word of who I was. Just that my name was Alessa, and that’s all he needed to know. While the whole time I was on vacation your father took his leave, and we went around Italy just the two of us. We enjoyed one another’s company, and we never knew that one day we would have to leave one another. I was falling for your father, and I knew he was falling for me. I had a secret, but he did not know of it, however, I knew what he was, and what he could do to me. During my last month of leave, I found out I was pregnant. Of course I knew I had to tell your father, and that was going to be hard news. Since now I must tell him who I am. I told him, and the first thing he did was take a dagger out of his boot and hold it against my throat. I was willing to lose my life right then and there. Love makes you do strange things, and I hope that one day you find yourself in love. He dropped the dagger, pulled me closely and asked me to marry him. I was more in shock due to just mere seconds ago he was going to kill me. The funny thing is a man changes his mind really quick when you tell him he is going to be a father. We were married within that week, and moved into our little home. His friends who were Templars would come over for dinner parties, and they all were happy that he had found someone. They talked about how they worried that he would be single for the rest of his life. Victoria, I had to take on the persona that of a Templar. This was hard for me to do, because I felt that I was betraying all those who have raised and taught me in the Assassin way. We lived with this lie up till your 16^th birthday. I am sorry that we had to uproot you from the only place you knew, from the living situation that you were comfortable in. All I can do is apologize over and over again. Since we have moved here to Tuscan, I have noticed you became an independent woman on your own, and your father and I are so very proud of you.

I am not writing this letter only to tell you that I am proud, but that we are no longer on this plane with you. Your father and I went back to Florence to grab some last minute things that we needed for the bank, however, the Templars got word that we were back, and came to fetch us. It is a treason for what we had done, and we had to suffer the consequences for our actions. Before we were to be judged, I was asked if I wanted to write anyone. Of course I said yes, and I stated that I would like to write to my daughter. The captain of the guard handed me a quill, some ink and a piece of parchment.

I am fully aware that this letter will be read, and they might even come for you. Even though you were our child, you are still a part of our once forgotten past, and again for that I am sorry. Your father has written to Mario, and sent a letter using a pigeon. It was to plead with Mario about you staying there with him, and learning all that you need to know about Assassins and Templars. Know that we love you, and will understand that you’re mad at us for a while.

I would be honored if you used my maiden name, also I know that it would be very difficult for them to find you using that name. Remember no one knew of my past until now.

Love,
Your loving mother Alessa G.

I place the letter on my lap, and wipe away what seemed to be a stream of water coming from my face. How long have I been crying, and why was there not a napkin to wipe my face in this letter. There was so much more going thru my mind, that now I was more hateful towards the Templars. What the hell was their problem with my parents? Why did they have to kill them? I felt so much anger towards the Templars, that instead of thinking rational, I only thought of revenge. I wanted to make them suffer, just as they made my parents suffer.

I went inside of the house to talk with Mario. Why could he not come and talk to me at an earlier time? Why did he even show me this letter? What was the main reason for all of this? As I walked into the study, I noticed that the color that was once coming back, has disappeared from the sad news that he has received about my parents. I stood in the doorway and cleared my throat.

“Mario, may I ask where did you get this letter?” I asked him.
“I was instructed by your father to give it to you when the time was right.” He replied, but then continued
“The first letter that I received, was by pigeon, and all it said was please take care of her, and there will be another letter on the way.” I got the other letter about a week ago, and due to being busy training Ezio to be an assassin, I forgot to open the letter up. Late last night I went into the study and decided to open the letter to see what it said. That’s when I noticed the hand writing, and knew that I was unable to help them.” He lowered his eyes right when he said that, and from where he was sitting next to the fire, I noticed that there was a single tear falling from his right eye.

“I then thought that you needed to know, and so I had Claudia come and receive you, since I would have been crying the whole time trying to read it to you.” He stopped talking, because now there were more tears falling. I could see that he was suffering just as much as I. Mario had lost his brother, nephews, and now my parents. I felt lost, confused, scared, sad, and of course angry.

I crossed the room, and laid a hand on his shoulder. He reached for my hand and just held it. There was no words to be exchanged about the matter. Instead he and I just shared tears and silence for my parents, and that was all we could do. After a long pause, I wiped my face, cleared my throat, and then asked.

“Does anyone else know about my identity?” I said all concerned.
“Yes” he said
“Who is he, and where do I find him?” I asked
“He is a captain of the guard, and he is in Florence, Italy.” He replied
“What do I need to do?” This time my voice sounded as if I was demanding then asking. From this I saw Mario stare at me, and at that moment he saw me in a different light. I was willing to do anything to keep my name a secret.

He explained to me all that I needed to do. I was to go to Florence, act as courtesan, and get him alone. Only then will I be able to kill him and take the parchment. This is not only revenge but a true test to see if I am capable of being and assassin madam. What is an assassin madam you ask? This is a person that works in the brothels, and gathers information that is heard from guards, lords, ladies and of course other assassins that might be in the area. The madam then takes this information, and passes it along to the assassin that is close to her domain.

This is what Mario was hoping all the long that I would become. He wanted me to become like my mother. He wanted me to become an assassin, and help the cause against the Templars. The only problem with all of this, I was scared. I have never thought about killing someone before, nor have I ever had the need to take out a dagger and fight for my life. All these images running through my mind, made me cringe with fear, and made my stomach knot up. All I could think about at that moment was my mother. She was much younger than me, and had already killed a handful of people. Why couldn’t I be just like her? I looked at Mario, and said. “I’ll do it. I will study on how to be an assassin Madame, and learn how to defend myself.” Mario smiled.

I then continued. “Mario, I will go to the brothel and get ready. I would like to take a couple of my newest courtesans with me. I really do not feel safe to travel alone.”

He only nodded to the suggestion and told me that I was to leave immediately. I headed to the brothel. The weather outside was chilly, and I knew that Fall was approaching very soon. In weeks’ time, the leaves would be falling from their trees, the grass would be dying, and then lots of rain right around the corner. While I am packing I ask Maria to take over the brothel while I am out. I make it promenade that no one will know that I am missing. She is to tell those looking for me that I am deep in the study room, looking over the books. She agreed while wiping her tears from her face. Maria then took my hand, and place a little parchment in it. She said, “Inside of this parchment is some powder. If he is to take you by force my child, take this powder form, and take it fast, and it will dull the pain.” I started to wonder what the hell she was talking about. Was there something that I just did not get when she said taken by force? What did that mean anyways? Before I was able to ask any more questions a coach pulled up at the front gate and a gentleman approached the front steps, grabbed our bags, and escorted us to our ride. As we were leaving the brothel, Maria told me to wear the Crimson Dress. I nodded
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