Verdicci​ ​is​ ​basically​ ​Florence​ ​in​ ​the​ ​Renaissance​ ​era.​ ​I​​kept​ ​the​ ​name​ ​Medici​​because​​I​ ​liked​ ​it.Translation​ ​for​ ​the​ ​little​ ​Italian​ ​phrases.​ ​If​ ​you​ ​speak​ ​Italian​ ​and​ ​spot​ ​any​ ​mistakes,​ ​please​ ​let​ ​me know.

Lorenzo (Enzo) - Ocean
​Amore​ ​Mio–​ ​My​ ​Love.
Bambino​ ​–​ ​Baby Palazzo​ ​–​ ​Palace.

Naya's P.O.V. 
16​th​​ ​Century​ ​Verdicci

A​ ​large​ ​paintbrush​ ​was​ ​clamped​ ​between​ ​his​ ​teeth,​ ​plump​ ​lips​ ​gripping​ ​the​ ​wooden​ ​handle.​ ​I

wanted​ ​those​ ​lips​ ​on​ ​mine,​ ​like​ ​last​ ​night.​ ​I​ ​pouted.​ ​I'd​ ​been​ ​lounging​ ​on​ ​the​ ​crimson​ ​chaise​ ​for​ ​the last​ ​four​ ​hours,​ ​I​ ​needed​ ​food​ ​and​ ​water,​ ​but​ ​once​ ​Lorenzo​ ​got​ ​in​ ​the​ ​zone​ ​there​ ​was​ ​absolutely​ ​no stopping​ ​him

I​ ​complained,​ ​"Enzo,"​ ​when​ ​my​ ​stomach​ ​growled​ loudly.​ ​​He​ ​shook​ ​his​ ​head​ before​​ ​setting his​ ​brushes​ ​and​ ​palette​ ​down​ ​on​ ​the​ ​stool​ ​next​ ​to​ ​him.​ ​I​ ​desperately​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​see​ ​the​ ​picture​ ​he was​ ​painting​ ​because​ ​he​ ​always​ ​bathed​ ​me​ ​in​ ​vibrant​ ​colours.​ ​

A​ ​maroon​ ​chaise,​ ​chartreuse​ ​curtains, green​ ​grapes,​ ​a​ ​bowl​ ​of​ ​shiny​ ​red​ ​apples,​ ​and​ ​so​ ​many​ ​contradicting​ ​colours.​ ​Sometimes,​ ​due​ ​to​ ​the constant​ ​clash​ ​of​ ​paints,​ ​my​ ​eyes​ ​hurt.

Lazily,​ ​he​ ​sauntered​ ​towards​ ​me​ ​with​ ​his​ ​paint​ ​covered​ ​hands,​ ​and​ ​gently​ ​slid​ ​them​ ​across

my​ ​bare​ ​skin.​ ​I​ ​moaned,​ ​and​ ​twisted​ ​away​ ​from​ ​his​ ​hand,​ ​incidentally​ ​frustrating​ ​him.

"Amore mio,​ ​you​ ​drive​ ​me​ ​crazy."​ ​He​ ​huffed​ ​while​ ​placing​ ​his​ ​knee​ ​on​ ​the​ ​edge​ ​of​ ​the​ ​chaise

and​ ​blocking​ ​me​ ​in.

"You​ ​know​ ​what​ ​I​ ​love​ ​more​ ​than​ ​you?"​ ​I​ ​said​ ​as​ ​I​ ​dragged​ ​my​ ​nails​ ​down​ ​his​ ​chest,​ ​teasing

the​ ​band​ ​of​ ​his​ ​trousers.

"You​ ​love​ ​something​ ​more​ ​than​ ​me?"​ ​Though​ ​the​ ​mischievous​ ​smirk​ ​on​ ​his​ ​face​ ​told​ ​me​ ​he

knew​ ​I​ ​loved​ ​him​ ​to​ ​madness​ ​which​ ​was​ ​only​ ​appropriate​ ​when​ ​he​ ​loved​ ​me​ ​more​ ​than​ ​life​ ​itself.

"Yes,​ ​FOOD,"​ ​I​ ​giggled​ ​and​ ​pushed​ ​him​ ​away.​ ​Finally,​ ​covering​ ​my​ ​body​ ​with​ ​a​ ​white​ ​sheet, Enzo​ ​flopped​ ​onto​ ​the​ ​chaise​ ​face​ ​first.

"Come​ ​on,​ ​you​ ​LOVE​ ​food​ ​too."​ ​For​ ​the​ ​last​ ​couple​ ​of​ ​weeks​ ​my​ ​appetite​ ​had​ ​increased significantly.​ ​I​ ​doubted​ ​that​ ​he​ ​noticed,​ ​but​ ​that​ ​was​ ​only​ ​because​ ​he​ ​was​ ​so​ ​worried​ ​about​ ​my consistent​ ​sickness​ ​in​ ​the​ ​morning.​ ​

He​ ​wanted​ ​me​ ​to​ ​see​ ​a​ ​human​ ​physician​ ​but​ ​there​ ​was​ ​no​ ​telling what​ ​they​ ​would​ ​discover.​ ​Instead,​ ​I​ ​waited​ ​to​ ​confirm​ ​my​ ​suspicion,​ ​and​ ​when​ ​I​ ​missed​ ​my​ ​monthly cycle​ ​I​ ​knew​ ​I​ ​was​ ​pregnant.​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​know​ ​how​ ​to​ ​break​ ​the​ ​news​ ​to​ ​him.​ ​We​ ​made​ ​a​ ​living​ ​by​ ​selling his​ ​paintings​ ​of​ ​me,​ ​and​ ​If​ ​I​ ​wasn't​ ​in​ ​shape,​ ​would​ ​we​ ​still​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​make​ ​our​ ​usual​ ​income?

Sighing,​ ​I​ ​went​ ​to​ ​the​ ​kitchen​ ​lined​ ​with​ ​tall​ ​wooden​ ​racks​ ​where​ ​dried​ ​herbs,​ ​spices,​ ​and fruit​ ​jars​ ​were​ ​stacked​ ​unevenly.​ ​It​ ​took​ ​a​ ​moment​ ​for​ ​the​ ​wood​ ​to​ ​catch​ ​fire​ ​in​ ​the​ ​rusted​ ​hearth stove.​ ​I​ ​placed​ ​a​ ​pot​ ​on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​the​ ​stove​ ​and​ ​filled​ ​it​ ​water​ ​and​ ​cut​ ​vegetables.

"Mi​ ​amore,​ ​you​ ​haven't​ ​been​ ​feeling​ ​well,​ ​you​ ​must​ ​rest.​ ​Here,​ ​I'll​ ​help,"​ ​he​ ​offered​ ​and​ ​Igasped.​ ​The​ ​man​ ​knew​ ​how​ ​to​ ​eat​ ​but​ ​lacked​ ​any​ ​culinary​ ​skill.

 "Enzo,​ ​we​​don't​ ​want​ ​to​ ​burn​ ​our​ ​home​ ​down."​ ​He​ ​smirked​ ​playing​​with​ ​the​​endless​​line​ ​of jars.​ ​His​ ​black​ ​hair​ ​flopped​ ​down​ ​on​ ​his​ ​ears,​ ​eyes​ ​darker​ ​than​ ​midnight​ ​with​ ​navy​ ​blue​ ​flecks​ ​dancing around​ ​the​ ​pupils.

"So?​ ​Your​ ​sickness...​ ​Should​ ​I​ ​be​ ​worried,​ ​Ninya?"​ ​I​ ​heard​ ​him​ ​gulp.​ ​Werewolves​ ​didn't​ ​get sick​ ​and​ ​he'd​ ​been​ ​stressing​ ​out​ ​every​ ​time​ ​we​ ​were​ ​alone​ ​together​ ​.

"I​ ​may​ ​be​ ​pregnant,"I​ ​blurted​ ​out.​ ​I​ ​felt​ ​his​ ​heart​ ​skip​ ​a​ ​beat.​ ​I​ ​kept​ ​stirring​ ​and​ ​didn't​ ​dare turn​ ​around​ ​because​ ​I​ ​was​ ​concerned​ ​about​ ​his​ ​reaction.

"But​ ​you're​ ​safe,​ ​right?​ ​The​ ​bambino​ ​isn't​ ​going​ ​to​ ​harm​ ​you,​ ​is​ ​it?"​ ​I​ ​felt​ ​his​ ​worried​ ​hand​ ​on my​ ​shoulder.

I​ ​whispered,​ ​"No,​ ​my​ ​love.​ ​It's​ ​my​ ​body​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​adjust."​ ​His​ ​arms​ ​wrapped​ ​around​ ​my​ ​torso, palms​ ​spread​ ​out​ ​on​ ​my​ ​stomach.​ ​He​ ​hummed,​ ​placing​ ​a​ ​loud​ ​kiss​ ​on​ ​my​ ​mark​ ​at​ ​the​ ​base​ ​of​ ​my neck.​ ​I​ ​shuddered​ ​under​ ​his​ ​touch.​ ​The​ ​mark​ ​connected​ ​us,​ ​completed​ ​us.

"So,​ ​we're​ ​going​ ​to​ ​have​ ​a​ ​bambino."​ ​I​ ​felt​ ​his​ ​smile​ ​on​ ​my​ ​neck.​ ​Relief​ ​washed​ ​over​ ​me​ ​at

the​ ​tone​ ​of​ ​his​ ​voice.

"So​ ​you're​ ​not​ ​upset?"​ ​I​ ​turned​ ​in​ ​his​ ​arms,​ ​glad​ ​to​ ​see​ ​his​ ​elated​ ​expression.

"Why?"​ ​He​ ​was​ ​taken​ ​aback​ ​by​ ​my​ ​question.

"Because​ ​we​ ​make​ ​our​ ​living​ ​off​ ​of​ ​paintings​ ​and​ ​if​ ​I'm​ ​not​ ​in​ ​shape..."​ ​He​ ​grabbed​ ​my​ ​chin, thumb​ ​on​ ​one​ ​side​ ​and​ ​the​ ​rest​ ​of​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​on​ ​the​ ​other,​ ​and​ ​used​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​to​ ​push​ ​out​ ​my​ ​lips before​ ​taking​ ​them​ ​in​ ​his​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​was​ ​always​ ​intense​ ​and​ ​dominant​ ​when​ ​it​ ​came​ ​to​ ​our​ ​sexual relationship.​ ​I​ ​tugged​ ​his​ ​at​ ​his​ ​hair,​ ​hard.​ ​Our​ ​tongues​ ​played​ ​with​ ​each​ ​other,​ ​pushing​ ​and​ ​tasting.

I​ ​sighed​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth,​ ​before​ ​he​ ​pulled​ ​away,​ ​gasping​ ​for​ ​air.

"I​ ​was​ ​offered​ ​to​ ​paint​ ​the​ ​new​ ​cathedral​ ​they​ ​are​ ​building​ ​in​ ​the​ ​city."​ ​My​ ​mouth​ ​hung​ ​open in​ ​shock.​ ​"At​ ​first​ ​I​ ​said​ ​no,​ ​but​ ​now​ ​I​ ​can​ ​say​ ​yes.​ ​The​ ​income​ ​will​ ​be​ ​steady​ ​and​ ​I​ ​can​ ​start​ ​selling​ ​my stone​ ​work."​ ​He​ ​was​ ​amazing​ ​with​ ​his​ ​hands.​ ​He​ ​could​ ​carve​ ​into​ ​stone​ ​and​ ​create​ ​magic.​ ​He​ ​could glide​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​over​ ​a​ ​canvas​ ​and​ ​create​ ​a​ ​masterpiece.

He​ ​was​ ​gifted​ ​in​ ​ways​ ​no​ ​one​ ​could​ ​imagine.​ ​People​ ​were​ ​jealous​ ​of​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​girls​ ​at​ ​social gatherings​ ​offered​ ​their​ ​bodies​ ​for​ ​painting,​ ​and​ ​probably​ ​other​ ​things,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​always​ ​refused.​ ​Being mates​ ​doesn't​ ​ebb​ ​the​ ​feeling​ ​of​ ​jealousy,​ ​but​ ​it​ ​does​ ​mean​ ​that​ ​he​ ​won't​ ​cheat​ ​on​ ​me.​ ​

Honestly, even​ ​if​ ​we​ ​weren't​ ​mates,​ ​I​ ​could​ ​trust​ ​him​ ​to​ ​not​ ​cheat​ ​on​ ​me.​ ​Though​ ​jealousy​ ​was​ ​a​ ​two​ ​way streak​ ​for​ ​us.​ ​He​ ​got​ ​jealous​ ​when​ ​men​ ​would​ ​admire​ ​the​ ​paintings​ ​of​ ​me,​ ​yet​ ​according​ ​to​ ​him​ ​he couldn't​ ​"help​ ​but​ ​to​ ​show​ ​me​ ​off."

No​ ​matter​ ​what,​ ​I'd​ ​always​ ​be​ ​his.

"The​ ​Medici's​ ​want​ ​you​ ​to​ ​paint​ ​Santi​ ​Di​ ​Esilio​ ​cathedral?"​ ​I​ ​asked,​ ​astonished.​ ​The​ ​Medici's

practically​ ​owned​ ​Verdicci​ ​despite​ ​the​ ​city​ ​having​ ​a​ ​central​ ​government.​ ​It​ ​didn't​ ​matter,​ ​the​ ​Medicis ancestors​ ​built​ ​this​ ​city,​ ​hence​ ​their​ ​power​ ​still​ ​trumped​ ​any​ ​type​ ​of​ ​government​ ​rule.

"Yes,​ ​Bernardo​ ​Medici​ ​asked​ ​me​ ​personally."​​He​ ​was​ ​practically​ ​the​​king,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​couldn't believe​ ​this​ ​cocky​ ​little​ ​artist​ ​turned​ ​down​ ​a​​ ​King's​​ ​offer.​ ​I​ ​playfully​ ​smacked​ ​his​ ​bicep​ ​in​ ​shock,​ ​"He'll be​ ​asking​ ​me​ ​again​ ​with​ ​a​ ​raised​ ​offer,"​ ​lorenzo​ ​cryptically​ ​added.

The​ ​smirk​ ​on​ ​his​ ​face​ ​revealed​ ​that​ ​he​ ​had​ ​already​ ​been​ ​summoned​ ​a​ ​second​ ​time.​ ​When​ ​he sold​ ​his​ ​first​ ​painting​ ​to​ ​the​ ​sigñora​ ​who​ ​loved​ ​my​ ​long​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​bare​ ​back,​ ​we​ ​were​ ​only​ ​17​ ​and living​ ​in​ ​the​ ​streets​ ​of​ ​the​ ​city.​ ​

Since​ ​then​ ​I've​ ​become​ ​his​ ​muse,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​has​ ​become​ ​the​ ​best​ ​painter seen​ ​in​ ​the​ ​entire​ ​state​ ​of​ ​Deronado.​ ​He'd​ ​been​ ​asked​ ​to​ ​paint​ ​many​ ​noble​ ​families​ ​and​ ​rulers​ ​from inside​ ​and​ ​outside​ ​the​ ​state.

"Then​ ​you​ ​shall​ ​accept​ ​the​ ​offer."​ ​I​ ​placed​ ​my​ ​chin​ ​on​ ​his​ ​chest​ ​while​ ​he​ ​stroked​ ​my​ ​hair

back​ ​with​ ​his​ ​crafty​ ​hands.

"Your​ ​wish​ ​is​ ​my​ ​command,​ ​princess."​ ​I​ ​was​ ​more​ ​than​ ​happy​ ​with​ ​his​ ​reaction.​ ​I​ didn't​ know​ ​what​ ​his​ ​reaction​ ​was​ ​going​ ​to​ ​be.​ ​It ​ wasn't​ ​ something we​ ​ ​spoke ​ of​ ​ but​ ​ we​ ​ weren't​ completely against​ ​the​ ​idea​ ​either.​ ​It​ ​seemed ​​like​ ​we​ ​were​ ​finally​ ​going​ ​to​ ​get​ ​our​ ​happy​ ​ending.

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Don't hate me. Yes we are travelling back in time. Hopefully by the end of this life, you'd start to see the connection to their current life.  Edited by the lovely