Chapter Nineteen: 2003

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Saluzzo, Italy

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Saluzzo, Italy

July 26th

There are many ways in which one can be taught their place.

A master beats his dog, sometimes starves him

Takes away his toys, his comfort

Until he knows to sit when told

Fetch when commanded

Bark only when he sees a threat.

A master whips his slave.

Have her kneel, teach her the meaning of submissive.

A prince, he simply sends this Padrona away.

Hide the shame.

He could not afford to have the DePablo names stained


So she was sent away

To live out her nine months in seclusion

When people ask, they were to be told that she was ill

That she needed to rest in seclusion

The truth was to be covered up like a wound after a fight

She spent her days in her mind

Playing her memories on repeat

She could not stop thinking of him.

The king who forged her

She sat at the window

Listening to the slapping of the waves against the rocks

Hearing only his voice in that chaos


She hasn't seen him in nine months

Not since her husband dragged her to his apartments

To demand an explanation

Not since Piero had his men beat him

Not since he accepted this without a fight and called off his own men

She had been disappointed

She wanted him to fight

To paint the walls red with Piero's blood

Maybe even with hers

She wanted to be claimed by him

To be his


But she understood why he did what he did

He had a child and an ex-wife to think of

He could not start a war for their sake

The DePablo's was not known for their mercy


So she contents herself with simply sitting at the window

Remembering his lips, his eyes,

The smell of his body

The feel of his skin.


Then there was an explosion

Liquid trickled down her thigh

It was time for the child to come into the world


It lasted longer than her other times

There was more pain

She screamed louder

At the time she didn't know that this was a sign

A sign of the times to come

It was a boy

A sweet baby boy with caramel skin.


She named him Mickelo

And when she looked at him

He only reminds her of his father

And a life she could have had

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