𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒
The bright and shining girl that was named Astraea found her way into the world on March 19th, 1988. Her birthplace being none other than Volterra, Italy, the up and comin...
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Aro, Caius, and Marcus had, according to Didyme, planned something for me. Whatever they had planned slipped by my mind. No clues or hints were littered in our morning conversation, or in the heart-to-heart we had the night before. In all ways I had been left in the dark.
Finding myself in a shimmering gold dress that my mate's younger sister had dressed me in, I had been left to my own devices inside the castle. Nobody had exactly come back to pick me up, meaning that I would have to find my way around the twisting corridors of the ancient place.
The midnight shoes on my feet clack as I strolled down the many hallways, making a little too much noise as I tried to find my mates. Seemingly no guards were posted around, the people I would usually ask for help finding my way. Struggle as I may, upon turning down the right hall for the third time that hour I found Aro, who chuckled when I bumped into him.
"That dress," he takes a second to look at the overly fancy piece of clothing, "looks divine."
"Aro!" I heard Caius' voice as he sped down the hall, his cloak following behind him like a lost puppy. "Cara mia, we have been looking everywhere for you. How long have you been out of the towers?"
"A few hours," my blonde mate hissed at my answer, moving to my side. "There weren't any guards around to redirect me. This place is huge."
My mate hissed again before looking behind him, where a group of Volturi guards were coming to their posts. "Why are you late? Newborn training doesn't take multiple hours! I don't want to ever hear from my human mate that you weren't at your posts! What would have happened if she were attacked? You-" I shushed him, not wanting the angry vampire to yell at any of his covenmates. Yes, he was likely right, but at the same time voicing that anger would do more harm than good. "Mia cara-"
"Please just leave it alone," I plead with him, looking at the terrified guards down the hall. "What is done is done. I'm safe and I found you all."
He huffed before suddenly picking me up in his arms, making me squirm in protest. "Now I can show you to our date, mia bellissima regina. Penso che adorerai quello che abbiamo pianificato per te."
"Da quanto tempo lo pianifichi?" Caius clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "Are you going to keep such a silly thing a secret?"
"It's not silly," he mutters under his breath.
"Our first date will not be silly, tesoro," Marcus came up behind me and kissed my cheek, the gesture turning my face carmine. "You really are the cutest little thing. You react to every little thing we do."
"I am not little," I deny, turning my head away from him in defiance. Little, I am nowhere near little. I am of average height for an Greek woman. Maybe a little smaller, but I'm not petite.
