- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, politics, historical fiction, romance
Valeno was an absolute mystery to Catelina. The girl was spoiled, childish, hard-headed and stubborn, frustrating to a fault and over-confident in a way that could get her killed. She had no sense of respect for her elders and no common sense, only impulse in place of wisdom. And yet, despite all of that, the underlying force in all of her misgivings was the bloodthirsty desire for vengeance dished out to those who had so cruelly ripped her family away from her. But that is no excuse to be such a rude little brat, the Baroness thought in frustration.
Morning could not come fast enough. Catelina hadn't rested well from the events of the night before, and though dull in nature they presented threats that could tear her entire operation to pieces. She slipped from the warmth of her sheets and dressed in the provocative state expected of a prostitute, with a splash of class to add to her intimidating demeanor and altogether heightened authority in her manor. She brushed her curls and let them bounce down to the base of her spine, applying the appropriate makeup and leaving the room briskly in search of her rogue twin. As always, she found enough time to stop and chat with the daughters she passed, providing tips and telling them their list of clients for the day, but only for the most popular of girls. Catelina knew that selling flesh wasn't the most appropriate of businesses to be conducted, to be sure. But the church had yet to extradite any of the brothels around Italy--surprising, considering how many of them worked with the Assassin agenda--so she would live her life in the comfort of peace.
Well, she would have. Had her sweet brother not come knocking on her door.
Catelina strode into the dining room, clutching the floating shawl around her arms and smiling as her brother waved to her. "Good morning," he told her gruffly. "Sit. You look tired."
"Si. I hardly slept." But even a wink of sleep is more than you are allowed. She frowned, about to spout an apology until he stopped her with his hand.
"It's alright. I'm glad you got that much." He took a bite of egg and sighed, chewing, savoring the taste. It was one of the few pleasures he could have in his current, crippled state.
Catelina pitied him.
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