In his writing, he made a point to remind whoever might find it of this fact.
I’ve been away from Florentine noble life and customs for so long, I do not find it strange to separate myself from the title.
Maybe the former. At my family’s villa, years ago, I discovered plaques written by an ancestor of mine—an Assassin, like myself. One whose life was shaped by tragedy. The Auditore name was created to blend in. His wealth came from the credit of the mentor he lost.
“Boring is not something I’m capable of,” said the smug Assassin, ever-confident in his ability to charm. If Felicia wouldn’t finish her treat, Ezio would take some of it for himself. Though, even he couldn’t finish an entire pastry. Instead, he focused more on his lover.
Of course, she'd keep her joy under wraps, but she was a true foodie. It'd show enough behind those glittering gems she called eyes.
And she'd save her first bite for when they'd settled on the bench together, her focus &&
“I have no doubt you are quite skilled yourself. Forgive me, I do not see how squeezing lemons could possibly win you an audience with Venetian aristocrats.”
Some of her sayings were indeed lost on him. Ezio was perceptive enough to catch that her sayings were just that,
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pig-headed is a bit harsh. i wouldn't dare use it for a handsome man like you. pompous though. . . hm. maybe, i haven't seen enough of your flaunting. no offense, most nobles tend to have a certain way about them. . . i spend a lot of my time around them.
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i do not think a younger you would have listened to me regardless of the circumstance. if you were as cocky and sometimes arrogant as you are now, anyway. . .
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