godhead [COMPLETED]

46

We pull up to a high Spanish Villa in the beautiful countryside. A vast land of vineyards painted the spacious acres of land.

I see Donatello in the distance, pacing the pavement that lined the front of the house. A few soldiers traveled ahead to inform him of our impending arrival. He stood tall and grand, waiting patiently for us to exit from the carriage.

Oslo helps me down from the carriage before I take in the environment. It was a beautiful house on the enclave of the seaside. It was private and secluded but spacious. Only the elite and affluent could afford to live here.

I was unaware Donatello came from money. He hid it so well.

"Empress, as you know. This is the painter Donatello who painted you so well"

"A pleasure empress" Donatello steps up to face me and bows, grabbing my palm and kissing its surface.

I would melt right here.

Donatello watches me curiously, taking in my features. He looked well-rested. I guess the fears of his life being threatened diminished. His beard was dense but trimmed. And he looked as if he put on some weight, but the good kind. The one that makes you fantasize about a man topless. He showed no signs of youth but an attractive maturity. He looked rather tempting.