|City of Towers
Author: CJJJones PM
Padavia city of learning, books and power a world in which Violet, a new stravagante enters. A world she hardly understands but is thrust into the middle, she meets some familiar faces and some new figures but can she escape before it's too late?Rated: Fiction K - English - Adventure/Friendship - Chapters: 6 - Words: 6,167 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 03-15-12 - Published: 02-17-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7844191
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A wedding gift
"But you must rule Padavia," Fabrizzo told her.
"Fabrizzo I will be back in six days I am sure the Grand Duke of Tuschia can manage six days without me."
"This man killed my father Alicia."
"But he has been a friend of mine, you are allowing Gaeteno to go plus I have never seen Belleza."
"Ok," he nodded "I am going soft." Alicia smiled at him.
"Six days," he said firmer.
Belleza was incredible, Gaeteno had visited before but for Violet it was completely new. "I wish I I had seen Venice now," she thought. Luciano's and Arianna were married in St. Mary-of-the-thank-yous. They then walked as Duke and Duchessa of Belleza. Violet, Gaeteno and Francesa were some of the lucky few inside the church. Most Bellezans sat in the piazza or in mandolas over the Grand canal. Violet left a that someone had given her with a guard who seemed pleased that he could at least carry it which had not been the case for many of the presents he'd been handed for the happy couple.
"Dearly beloved," began the bishop. The ceremony was over quicker than Violet would have believed possible as the bishop announced "you may kiss the bride."
It was hard on the new Duchessa of Padavia, she was inexperienced at state occasions, she was in education and recovering from the shock of translation. Neither Gaeteno, Violet or Luciano had any doubts that sooner or later Fabrizo would marry Violet off or replace her with a male di Chimi but for the time being.
"I will cope," she thought clutching a copy of the poem "On my first sonne."
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sinne was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy;
Seven yeeres tho' wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
O, could I loose all father, now. For why
Will man lament the state he should envie?
To have so soon scap'd worlds and fleshes rage,
And, if no other miserie, yet age?
Rest in soft peace, and, ask'd, say here doth lye
Ben. Johnson his best piece of poetrie.
For whose sake, hence-forth, all his vowes be such,
As what he loves may never like too much.
Thank you for the lovely comments during the posting of this story I have enjoyed dragging something up I haven't written in so long although I did feel as though it was written by a different person. I think it shows my writing has got better and definitely faster can't believe how long it took me to write this when I wrote 'Impressions' in three weeks anyway hope you enjoy and please review. Love C.J.