Leonora Bernardi locked in the dark. Hurt for most of her life, scared of her own shadow. Not knowing what the outside world is like, she's the epitome of innocence. One look at her and it's like her aura could light up the room.
Nikolai Volkov fut...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Naz: - the pride that comes from knowing that you are loved no matter what.
┕━━━━━━━★━━━━━━━┙
Leonora POV
"That's really good Leonora. It seems your a quick learner, that will make it easier on the both of us." Leone chuckles. I give him a smile placing the pen back on the counter. We've been going over a few different subjects for a few hours. And I can say for sure right now.
I hate numbers.
They are so confusing. Like what do they even mean?
"Thank you Leone I'll escort you out. I'm sure you have some work to do at the aquarium." My papa said helping to pack up Leone's stuff.
"That's okay sir. My father's there at the moment so it won't be too bad. I'll see you around Leonora it was good to see you." Leone said giving me a smile and grabbing his bags as my father follows him out the door, a slight breeze rushing into the house as the door opens and shuts behind him.
"Bambina, the family doctor will be here in a few minutes to check your leg. Why don't you go wait in the living room while he comes in?" I nod hopping down off the chair with the little sketch I ended up doing when Leone wasn't watching. I didn't realise what I was drawing until now but now I can see it. The designs of Nikolai's intricate tattoos that flow down his arms and wrists like waves.
I plop down on the sofa throwing my body over Francesco and Leonardo's laps. My back lying over Francesco, and my legs over Leonardo. Their hands come up to make sure I don't fall off before mischievous smiles come onto their faces.
"N-no. D-don't even t-think about i-it." I say, pointing my finger at the both of them, their hands pausing from what I'm guessing was to torture me by tickling me to death.
"We don't know what your talking about principessa." (translation: princess) Leonardo said helping me up from the sofa to sit in between them. I fiddle with my fingers nervous for the doctor to come. Will he have to use needles on me? I hate needles. A shiver runs down my spine, goosebumps erupting on my skin.
Francesco's arm comes around me keeping me warm.
"What's wrong principessa?" (translation: princess) Leonardo said tilting his head to the side.
"Will t-the doctor u-use needles o-on m-me?" I ask, my hands becoming clammy with sweat. What needles are horrible, and they hurt.
"No little luce. He's just going to check your leg that's all. I pinkie promise." (translation: light) Francesco said holding his pinkie up towards me. I wrap mine around his, the worries falling away slightly.
"Bambina. The doctor's here is that okay?" (translation: baby) Papa said coming into the living room, an older man standing behind him.
I nod as they both make their way into the room. The doctor carries a case in his hand, his hair a slight tinge of red and orange with grey appearing at the edges.
