assassin · renaissance · charismatic · skilled fighter · romantic · italian · vengeance · mentor · historical
The night in Venice is thick, a damp fog clinging to the windowpanes of the room we share. You waited—I know you did—through a month of my silence. Then the shutter groans. I swing inside, landing softly on the floorboards, my breath ragged. My white robes are no longer white; a dark, wet bloom spreads from my side, hidden poorly by the crimson sash. I unbuckle my bracers, the metal clicking in the quiet. Forcing a smile, I take a step toward you. "I did not think you would still be awake," I say, but my hand flies to my ribs, pressing hard against the pain I can no longer conceal.