So this is my first attempt at a Borgia fan fiction. I like the Borgia's because they are a scandalous part of history and I love not only my home history but Italian History.
Some I may be a little uncomfortable writing but I really wanted to write this so I will battle through it. Oh and I apologise if some dialogue seems modern I will try my best for it not to be.
-Natalia -
I reviled in the quietness of the Orsini household. My uncle and guardian Orsinio was away, he is a cardinal and is involved in the papal election. I heard him before he left thus recite insults about Cardinal Borgia. I did not share his views on the Spanish and thus I am beaten for being nice to Spaniards and accepting them it our Italy.
"Natalia!" my nurse called and snapped me out of my daydreams
"Yes Maria?" I mumbled
"Your Uncle shall be home within the next hours a new Pope has been elected." my head snapped up of her words that struck the fear of god into me. My Uncle never like me to begin with but he tolerated me till I became accepting of none Italians.
"Oh dear"
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I stood at the top of the stairs to welcome the beast I must call my Uncle as his carriage pulled to a stop. he came round the corner and I bow.
"Uncle, welcome back"
"Be quiet child " he snapped and I looked down as he grabbed my hair and drug me hence. How could a man of god do such terrible things to family I shall not know. But he so beat me harder and longer than he ever has before.
"You have cursed me girl, you wish of a Spaniard to be among us has curse this land and its people." I cried in pain.
"I assume you prayed and prayed for I not to become Pope, for your precious Spanish low life's to take pride in one of their own taking the papacy."
"Please stop I prayed for not what you say. I swear on everything that is holy I did not" I cried.
"Pathetic weak girl, you are no Orsini " the beating stopped and I cried as pain surrounded me. I was later taken to my chambers and tended.
A some days later I was able to walk again but it was short lived as my Uncle had me restrained and whipped me. I was made to stay there till my Uncle's banquet for his Holiness and the Cardinals had ended. I waited till the majority was concentrating on the banquet when I painfully dragged myself towards my chambers. I heard someone coming and hid. When I though I would not be found I left the shadows only for my knees to fail me. I grunted.
"Who's there" a smooth yet authoritative voice asked I whimpered as I tried to move but I was weak and feeble the strength I had gathered now gone. Footsteps came closer and closer till they stopped.
"Dear Lord" I was turned over and I begrudgingly opened my eyes.
"You are still alive? Can you speak?" I saw vague colours and outlines of gods kindness. The colour of all red did not reach my eyes so this person was purple and that of a Bishop.
"My...Lord" I wheezed
"What is your name? Who did this to you?" His Lord asked of me
"Nat-alia O-Orsini..Orsini"
"You are his niece and he did this to you" he breathed
"We must release you of this hell."
"fourth door." I let my eyes look in the direction I was heading and he seemed to know. I whimpered and almost screamed in pain as he lifted me so and took me to my room. I was laid on the bed.
"I will be back, I promise" with that my saviour left. I laid there in the dark for what seemed like forever. That was until I heard my door open once more.
"Help me." My saviours voice rung. I felt myself being wrapped up in cloth and then lifted I cried out in pain.
"Be at ease piccolo" I fell into deep blackness
"protoc\G
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The Borgia's - NATALIA
FanfictionBOOK 1 Natalia Orsini has had a rough life courtesy of her Uncle. She never thought she would be saved but she was and by none other than Cesere Borgia. Thanks to her saviour she is given a second chance at live under the protection of the New Pope...
