𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise.
Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir...
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Low below the clouds was a city among several, this one in particular located in Italy.
A massive, vast home sat on the very top of a hill, past several villages and broken down yet historic buildings.
The family who owned it was a force to be reckoned with. They had a reputation for being ruthless in their town, country even.
But sitting inside this home was a young girl described as everything far from what they were.
Her legs dangled from the wooden chair she sat in, swinging them back and forth to the rhythm of the song she hummed.
In front of her was a new colouring book filled with different animals that were to be coloured in—something her father had recently bought her.
She had a collection going on. Her most recent colouring book featured a variety of foods and fruits, and the one before that featured a variety of princesses.
Her favourite princess is Rapunzel, of course.
Two powerful families sat opposite her in the other room. One family belonged to her, while the others belonged to the mansion.
The young girl was alone in the room. Two bodyguards stood on either side of the door, one on either side of her.
She merely voiced out the deep hums and familiar voices coming from behind the door, still deep in concentration. Her tongue poked out from between her lips, the only deep thought on her mind was to stay between the lines of the pre-drawn whale.
Colour coordination was all and everything she knew when it came to colouring. Everything had to be a specific colour, no matter what it was, but it had to make sense.
Just as the girl was finishing up, still completely unaware of the world around her, another young person joined her inside the room.
When the door clicks closed behind the person, that seemed to have pried the girl out of her hypnotic state.
Her dark curls bouncing over her shoulder and framed her face, her head shoots up from its slumped position. She meets a set of piercing blue eyes from across the room.
In front of her stood a boy who appeared to be a bit older than her but still young enough to be a friend.
He was frozen. Almost in shock or startled by the young girl.
The girl cocks her head to the side, slowly assessing him.
The boy raises his eyebrows curiously, tilting his head to the side as if to mock her.
She furrows her brows at his use of mannerism—which she finds offensive—but she then chooses to ignore him, turning her gaze away from the young boy and back to her colouring.
