this princess has no crown

Selene Vansenza · 04-09-2012, 01:24 AM

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The young woman found herself losing to the battle of sleeplessness, another night to write off as restful. Yet again. She could say that she missed Hadley like losing an arm, or even a leg. But there was Fritz now. He cared, and maybe some day there would be something actually worthwhile to have in the tall spotted Great Dane.The loss of something so vital just seemed to kill her inside, a darkness spreading within her like the plague. Some nights she swore that she could hear his voice, her soul perking to hear it, to see him. Yet every time, it was nothing. How was she to know that he would go back to her? It wasn't so reachable. Still, Selene was walking trash. And who wanted trash? No one she knew. Amy's criticism was harsh, much more reasons to hate herself.

Sel pressed into the pile of furs as if to force herself to close her eyes and drift off, unfortunately the unsettling worry nagged at the small chocolate hybrid. Twin molten pools glanced to the small pile of things of her possession, a small cloak and the small bag she had brought from Italy. It was a miracle that the thugs aboard the ship to Nova Scotia had thrown it off with her. Sliding to he knees, the Barino moved over to the small bundle, searching through its contents. There wasn't anything in there of comfort, yet the scent of the fresh citron trees and the fresh scent of the italian sea lingered in the dark khaki fibers lingered. She brought the silver spangled carrier to her nose, breathing in the tantalizing and familiar smells. Black hands gently placed it in her lap, opening the silver flap to expose its contents. The thing was covered in different pockets and different things, she hadn't realized she had this until arriving in Casa, realizing that she had been carrying it around almost subconsciously.

It was like opening up a window to Italy, overwhelmed with the fresh scents and memories. Fingers gripped the black argillite dagger, a finger dreamily moving down the ebony surface of the weapon. She had been given this from Sephira, a wonderful gift from the native woman. The coydog clutched it to her breast, closing her eyes aware that the woman was so dearly missed. Like another mother. She placed the thing down gently in her lap, blade rested dormant on her thin thighs. The lantern at the front of the room flickered weakly, the snores of the others soft and rested. Sel knew her every movement was silent as a cat slipping into a ray of sun. Even after the encounter with Fang, Selene was ever so vulnerable.

The girl opened the smallest pocket, there was nothing in there. At least that she could see. Sel reached curiously with a small hand, baffled to find a concealed pocket. Trembling hands found the opening and produced a small book from the place. It wasn't too small, but not overly huge. It was about as long as her hand, and about as wide as her palms together. Large black-tipped ears flattened against her skull, whispering "What?" Clawed fingers pulled the protective covering away from the bindings of the leather book, marveling at its craft. It was ancient almost, how could she never find it there? The pages were as white as ivory, some scrawled writing on every page. Why was this of importance for her? How had this never been noticed? Maybe Jonito smuggled it into her bag. Selene squinted in the weak light, making out the letters and gasping at their message. The elegant script became easier to read as her eyes scrolled down the page.

Dearest, Adriana,
We are writing this message for you the day you were born, hoping to have it carried from your nurse to you. We have so many plans for you, our little princess. Your mother and I have appointed Jonito Vansenza as your guardian, if anything shall happen to us, you will be placed in out care. He has been our trusted advisor for many years. We know these times are difficult, your aunt's house has been set fire from the usurpers believing that the Barino clan cannot look after this portion of Italy. None of them has survived. We fear for us, we fear for Italy. You are the chosen heiress of the Barino line. You are our only child, and we believe you will grow up to be a wonderful leader. Italy is your legacy. Only yours. If we shall be disposed of in the future, stay strong! Jonito will secure your safety and keep you safe.
We love you young princess,
Mother and father,
Cartella and Adriano Barino

Adriana? Was she named after her father? Was that her other name? Tears welled up in her eyes as the young hybrid realized the message. They had known that something would have happened. The terse warnings and security with her adopted father...Before he died, Jonito had slipped this into her bag! "But...This doesn't make sense!" Selene growled sharply to herself, she had been called Selene her entire life, and changing it so suddenly was definitely so difficult. She could tack it onto her name...Selene Adriana Barino Vansenza. Very glamorous... The rest of the book was illustrations and small portraits all carefully qfolded in thick paper, some paint peeling along the edges. One made her smile, a portrait of her father holding her gently, her tiny body pressed into black and brown dark fur. And her mother, golden and slender. Her hair a striking silvery blonde, a long form fitting dress hanging elegantly off her slender shoulders. This was her family! Red eyes glanced to the others, still watching them in slumber. The painting was folded back up and placed inside the book, closing the bindings and holding it against her chest. Fiery eyes shut, thinking more and more about the memories lost.

It wasn't long however that she began to fall asleep, the book held in a death-grip to her chest. Her breathing began to be more relaxed and steady, finding her peace in finding her lost parents. Sel began to dream...
A tiny puppy sat upon the large lap of a German Shepard man, reddish eyes looking adoringly up at her father. In the large hands of the man, was a book. Full of stories meant to cheer up the soul, to warm the heart. "Tata! Read it again! Please!" The girl whined excitedly in Italian, tiny body nestling comfortably against his own. Her father. She had a father. Holding the book to her chest, the leather binding pressed to the audible excited beat of her heart. Selene fell asleep, holding the precious literature for the rest of the night. Now would tomorrow be the day Fritz would see her? For the rest of the night, it certainly felt as if her family was there for her. So wonderful! They spoke to her...Held her close. Had she ever had this sense of family?

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Note: After the fire at her four months of life that killed her family, Selene suffered temporary amnesia and couldn't remember what happened and who her parents are. Now it's all coming back.

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