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Nadia 1

No ones POV

The girl with h/c h/l hair roamed the halls of the semi empty castle. Sighing to her self she looked up at a painting. One the count had some unfortunate person make. "Such pitty" she turned around to see the countress behind her. Her eyes glued on the painting.  "Countr-" "Nadia....you may call me Nadia from now on hunny.." she said making the girl look up at her by using her hand. "O-ok Nadia" she stuttered by the sudden touch. Nadia flashed a smile letting go of my face. Then walked away. "P-portia....what was that about.." y/n said. Portia just a zoned out looked at her "She disliked the count. They married only to make peace between countrys.. and I think she is warming up to you.." y/n smiled. "She is warming  up to me!" She basically squealed and fell on the floor. Portia laughed at y/n and helped her off the ground. "id love to chat but i still got chores to do" y/n nodded as Portia walked away.

Nadia's pov

I watched as y/n flopped on the ground. I giggle and roll my eyes at her weirdness. Slowly I walk away into the library. Lucio's paintings haunt me. I hate every single one. He forced me to be his wife. Neither of us loved eachother and i felt nothing when he died. I was happy. But there was a whole in my heart. That was never filled. Till I met y/n. Her giggly and crazy self fills that whole. She is the one who is needed for so long...