TheWintersChild1982

~*I*~ A Not-So-Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy Even from this distance, the tall and slender beauty had what seemed to be the loveliest of features, despite the paleness of her skin which spoke volumes of how often she left the walls of her family's palazzo. It was rather hard not to look, for she stood out in such sharp contrast amongst the olive skinned city folk as the sun peeked over the red tiled houses and towers of Firenze. It certainly did not help that the brocaded gown she wore, made of green silk and woven gold with close fitting sleeves, slashed at the elbows to reveal the pale fabric underneath indicated just how well off her dowry