#Agostino Barbarigo

[parnasse31]

Agostino Barbarigo (1515-1571) par Athèna Via Flickr : Agostino Barbarigo (1515-1571) (1571, Cleveland Museum of Art, Cleveland) de Paolo Caliari dit Véronèse (1528-1588)

#flickr

[thetudorslovers]

"choose the path for which nature has suited you".

Cassandra Fidelis (Fedele) was educated in philosophy and literature as a child and by the age of twelve was fluent in both Latin and Greek. A famed humanist intellectual of Quattrocento in her day, Cassandra delivered orations on subjects such as the arts and education, and corresponded with other scholars in a collection of letters that were published, along with some of her orations, in 1636. She reached the height of her intellectual career at the age of twenty-three and was then married in 1499, after which her scholarly life virtually ceased. In 1520, she was shipwrecked and lost all of her possessions. A year later, when her husband died, she wrote to some of her contacts seeking help. Cassandra was made prioress of an orphanage at the Church of San Domenico di Castello in Venice, where she remained until her death.

Cassandra was also the most renowned woman scholar in Italy during the last decades of the Quattrocento.Fedele was born in Venice in 1465 to Barbara Leoni and Angelo Fedele. While Fedele does not mention her mother in her writings, we have evidence that her father was respected among the aristocracy and took a great interest in his daughter's learning. When Fedele reached fluency in Greek and Latin at the age of twelve, she was sent by her father to Gasparino Borro, a Servite monk, who tutored her in classical literature, philosophy, the sciences, and dialectics.

 In 1487, at twenty-two years of age, she achieved success in Italy and abroad when she delivered a Latin speech in praise of the arts and sciences at her cousin's graduation at Padua. Her speech, Oratio pro Bertucio Lamberto, was published in Modena (1487), Venice (1488), and Nuremberg (1489). From 1487 to 1497, she exchanged letters with prominent humanists and nobles throughout Spain and Italy. One of these correspondents, Isabella I of Castile, urged Fedele to join her court in Spain. Fedele declined the invitation, writing that she could not go while Italy was at war with France. However, Fedele's early biographers believed that the doge Agostino Barbarigo would not allow Fedele to leave Italy, although there is no evidence of such a decree.

In 1520, on Fedele's return from Crete with her physician husband, Giammaria Mapelli, she lost all her belongings in a shipwreck. Her husband died later that year, leaving her a widow, childless, and in financial difficulty. Fedele wrote to Leone X asking for help in 1521, but he did not reply to her letter. She tried again in 1547 and wrote to Paolo III, who responded by giving her a position as the prioress of an orphanage at the church of San Domenico di Castello in Venice where she resided until her death. Fedele may have also struggled with health problems. Before her marriage she complained of an illness that was depleting her strength and making it difficult to concentrate on reading and writing for any length of time.

Fedele's success was short lived. The climax of her scholarly activity occurred between the ages of twenty-two and thirty-three, just prior to her marriage at age thirty-four (1499). After she married, and for almost sixty years, she wrote few letters and was invited only once, in 1556, to deliver a public address in honor of the Queen of Poland, Bona Sforza, who came to Venice. Some historians argue that Fedele abandoned her intellectual pursuits when she got married, as was the case for most learned women of her day who married and assumed full-time management of an entire household. Fedele may have also been discouraged by strong social forces that opposed the scholarly participation of married women. In a letter to Alessandra Scala, who wrote Fedele asking whether she should get married or devote her life to study, Fedele encouraged her to "choose the path for which nature has suited you".

#perioddramaedit #history #edit #history edit #renaissance #cassandra fedele #cassandra fidelis #Agostino Barbarigo #renaissance italy #women of renaissance #women in history #famous women #lotte verbeek #rinascimento #donne della storia #donne nella storia #donne italiane #italian renaissance #humanist #philosophy #renaissance aesthetic #15th century #venice #alessandra scala #bona sforza #isabella of castile #barbara leoni #angelo fedele #Oratio pro Bertucio Lamberto #quattrocento

[steellegacy]

1.🖼 - Portrait of Agostino Barbarigo by Paolo Veronese, after c. 1571 📝 Agostino Barbarigo was a Venetian admiral, who served numerous administrative and military assignments for Venice, including Venetian Ambassador in France. He was mortally wounded by an arrow in the eye during the Battle of Lepanto in 1571. 🏛 Cleveland Museum of Art

2.📸 - Armor of Agostino Barbarigo, ca. 1555, Northern Italy Material: Blued iron, gilded, red velvet 📝 This suit of armor was probably made at short notice for a ceremonial act, because it consists of an optically effective but extremely negligent armourer's work, some of which also used inferior material. Agostino Barbarigo came from a noble Venetian family. He was ambassador to the Spanish and French courts and Venetian inspector general of troops. Barbarigo fell as vice-admiral in 1571 in the naval battle of Lepanto against the Turks. 🏛 The Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna (Austria)

3.🗺 - A map of the naval Battle of Lepanto, fought on 7 October 1571, published 1572 Woodcut; printed from four wood blocks on four sheets of paper, joined; letterpress text panel, bottom left. 📝 This is a fine woodcut: the clash of battle, with its associated noise, and the smoke of gunfire, is conveyed by an assured and accomplished hand. The structures of the ships, with their crews, armies and flags with coats of arms are shown in considerable detail.

4. 🗺 - Old map of the Battle of Lepanto, by Giovanni Francesco Camocio, c. 1575 Copper engraving, printed on paper.

- - 1.🖼 - Портрет Агостино Барбариго, примерно после 1571 года (Художник: Паоло Веронезе) Агостино Барбариго - венецианский адмирал, выполнявший многочисленные административные и военные поручения в Венеции, венецианский посол во Франции. Он был смертельно ранен стрелой в глаз во время битвы при Лепанто в 1571 году.

2.📸 - Броня Агостино Барбариго, около 1555 г., Северная Италия Материалы: Вороненое железо, позолота, красный бархат. 📝 Этот доспех, вероятно, был изготовлен в короткие сроки для церемониального обряда, поскольку он состоит из внешне эффектной, но крайне небрежной работы оружейников, некоторые из них к тому же использовали материалы низкого качества. Агостино Барбариго происходил из знатной венецианской семьи. Он был послом при испанском и французском дворах и венецианским генерал-инспектором войск. Барбариго пал как вице-адмирал в 1571 году в морском сражении при Лепанто против турок. 🏛 Музей истории искусств, Вена (Австрия) (Kunsthistorisches Museum; KHM Wien)

3. 🗺 - Карта морского сражения при Лепанто, произошедшего 7 октября 1571 г., опубликована в 1572 г. Ксилография; отпечатано с четырех деревянных блоков на четырех листах бумаги, соединенных между собой; текстовая панель внизу слева. 📝 Это прекрасная гравюра: грохот битвы с сопутствующим шумом и дымом от выстрелов переданы уверенной и искусной рукой. Конструкции кораблей с их экипажами, армиями и флагами с гербами показаны довольно подробно.

4. 🗺 - Старинная карта битвы при Лепанто, Джованни Франческо Камочо, ок. 1575 г. Гравюра на меди, отпечатана на бумаге.

#battle #lepanto #agostino barbarigo #italianarmor #italian armor #Битва при Лепанто #Агостино Барбариго

[armthearmour]

A beautiful armor that belonged to Agostino Barbarigo, Italy, ca. 1555, housed at the Kunsthistorisches Museum.

#armor #armour #European #europe #italy #italian #renaissance #agostino barbarigo #khm #art #history

[venicepearl]

Giovanni Bellini - Pala Barbarigo

#Giovanni Bellini #Agostino Barbarigo #paintings #art #arte #XV century #Venice History

[nemo-in-wonderland]

Assassin Lucia Barbarigo

(as usual, click on the pictures to get a better view of the details, Tumblr fucks up with the resolution every single time 🙄)

So.

DID I SAY THAT I WOULDN'T DO MANY DETAILS??

DIDN'T I SAY THAT???

Well, it appears I was lying to myself lol.

Because I ended up adding even more details! 😂😂😂

Allow me to present what came out of yesterday night shenanigans!

So, as promised yesterday night, I will now also explain what I was thinking while creating an Assassin robe for Lucia, if she were to belong to the Brotherhood of Venice. (buckle up because it's going to be long . Also, @datnovice I am taking the occasion to answer your ask here too <3).

First of all, the colours: as much as I love Ezio's and the Italian Brotherhood robes, with their pristine whites and splashes of red, I wasn't sure that something like that could actually work on Lucia. I sketched up something and worked with the palette, but I have to be honest, it didn't win me over. So, instead of going for the canonical route, I decided to dig deeper into Lucia's personality and create a robe that would actually represents her, something that would make her immediately recognizable (at least to me).

Because of how dutiful and loyal she is to her family, I decided that, even if Lucia were to follow the path of the Brotherhood, she would still render homage to her family and honour them. Hence, why I decided to use the colours of House Barbarigo, namely golden and blue. However, instead of going for a bright blue and yellow, I went with the dulled green-blue that her father Agostino wore during the Venice segment of AC2.

As you can see, I used two different kind of yellows, a paler one for the hems and a more saturated one for the small beads sewn all around her outfit: the more saturated one is still a connection to House Barbarigo, while the paler one was a tribute to Dogessa Isabella Isonzo, who favoured yellow as a colour (at least from the research I conducted. Unfortunately, the sources are scarce in relation to Madonna Isabella).

So, her palette signals that she is one of the Figlie della Laguna (as Venetian refers to the Doge's daughters in my own stories).

However, because she is an Assassin and belongs to the Brotherhood, I decided to include the typical white in her shirt and the bright red with her sash. Inspired by Ezio's robes and the Italian Brotherhood various Assassins', I gave her the typically layered "skirt", so to speak (yay for layering. Such a pain to draw! 😂😂😂😂)

As you can notice, I gave her jacket and her skirt a sort of "quilted" rhomboidal pattern, and that was done for two reasons: the first one, to connect Lucia once more to Agostino Barbarigo (if you look at all the Barbarigos 3D models in AC2, they all have that sort of pattern on their sleeves); the second reason is mostly a call back to my favourite mask from the Italian Commedia dell' Arte, there is to say, Arlecchino. Historically speaking, the Commedia dell'Arte is a form of theater born in Italy during the XVI century, so, a little later compared to when Lucia was alive. BUT, because Lucia adores the Carnevale (and because I decided to take some liberties), I gave her the rhomboidal pattern with two different colours as nod to Arlecchino.

Here you can see a picture of Arlecchino from a XIX Century Print, sourced from Wikipedia.

Her Hidden Blade, instead, is not a normal Hidden Blade, but one that she stole from her first kill, one of the Corvi of Sirus Faverus in Rome (but that's a story for another time, in an AU where Federico is a Templar and Lucia became an Assassin to bring him back home to her and his family);

The Pin at her neckline is a Moon, a twin to the pin of the Sun that Federico carries with him all the time, and that they have exchanged with each other, since they are each other Moon and Sun. (cheesy, I know, IDC lolol).

Lastly, all the beads sewn around her vest: they are a callback to my very own first Artwork that I did of Lucia, in her Constellation gown and they represent all the stars in the firmament! Well, that was all!

I hope you will like this!! <3 I know I had fun with it!

--Nemo

#Assassin's Creed #Assassin's Creed 2 #AC2 #ao3 feed #Lucia Barbarigo #my art #my oc #Nemo Sketches

[cma-european-art]

Portrait of Agostino Barbarigo, Paolo Veronese , after about 1571, Cleveland Museum of Art: European Painting and Sculpture

Barbarigo served as second in command of the Venetian naval forces during the Battle of Lepanto, fighting against the Ottoman Empire on October 7, 1571. During the skirmish, Barbarigo was slain by a Turkish arrow, which he holds in the portrait. Barbarigo’s identity is defined by his military prowess. In the 1500s, Venetian military portraits often portrayed the sitter in armor in a pose typical of a Roman emperor, creating a link to the valor and might of ancient armies. Size: Framed: 136.2 x 136.2 x 12.1 cm (53 5/8 x 53 5/8 x 4 3/4 in.); Unframed: 102.2 x 104.2 cm (40 1/4 x 41 in.) Medium: oil on canvas

https://clevelandart.org/art/1928.16

#museumarchive #clevelandartmuseum #cmaopenaccess #europeanart

[paolo-veronese]

Portrait of Agostino Barbarigo, 1571, Paolo Veronese

Medium: oil,canvas

https://www.wikiart.org/en/paolo-veronese/portrait-of-agostino-barbarigo

#mannerism #paoloveronese #veronese

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

So, today is the 1st May and I have decided to participate to this fun challange about *drum rolls* OCS!!!

So, each day, I will follow the questions by @wordsnstuff (the questions can be found here  https://wordsnstuffblog.com/post/173485333935/31-days-of-character-development-may-writing).

Due to the limited time that I have each day, I will focus on two characters that I have already presented here, Dorothea Starrick and Lucia Barbarigo, two of my most favourite ocs. (tagging @random-oc-questions-fairy​ !thank you for posting about this event, this is going to be fun!! I cannot wait!)

So, the first question for today is this:

What does your character think they want?

Dorothea Starrick: Being the daughter of the Grand Master of the British Rite, Dorothea knows that there are certain expectations that she has to meet. But these expectations are not unwelcomed to her, because she wants to bring honour and pride to her family’s name by following in her father’s footsteps and wants to bring peace and wealth to London, just like her father has done before her. She wants to be a just leader, one that will be able to carry The Order into a new age of prosperity.

Lucia Barbarigo: Lucia Barbarigo is the youngest among "Le Figlie della Laguna”, as the children of Agostino Barbarigo, Doge of Venezia, are known among the people, and she knew from a young age that all she would have been useful for, to her family at least, would be to marry to a powerful family that would help consolidate the power of the Barbarigo in the Dogado. Because of this she had tried to convince herself that all she wants from life is to be a good wife, a good mother and to support her intended, Tiziano Contarini, chosen by her father for her. However, the arrival of a certain Florentine Assassin will shed some light over what she truly wants.

--Nemo

#wordsnstuffcharacterdevelopment #Assassin's creed Syndicate #Assassin's Creed II #Dorothea Starrick #Lucia Barbarigo

[elizabethwydevilles]

"A few days ago received the sad news that Queen Anne (Nevill), your beloved consort, had deceased. We, together with our Senate, mourned greatly, for we bear your Majesty such love and good will, that as we rejoice at any prosperous event that befalls you, so are we partakers of your sorrows. We exhort your Majesty, endowed with consummate equanimity and marvellous virtues, of your wisdom and grandeur of mind to bear the disaster calmly and resign yourself to the divine will; and be it your Majesty's consolation, that your consort led so religious and catholic a life, and was so adorned with goodness, prudence, and excellent morality, as to leave a name immortal.

Three months ago there came hither the ambassador of the Holy Order of Rhodes, the Reverend Lord Prior (sic) of St. John's, your counsellor, a man indeed we have cordially loved. After expressing to him our sorrow for the demise of the Queen, we narrated certain innovations to which it seems that our citizens trading in London have been subjected, contrary to the public promise, or to what they term the “safeconduct” conceded them, as you may clearly comprehend through the said Reverend Lord Prior.

Request you, on learning and understanding these innovations, that our citizens and merchants may not lose the benefit of their safeconducts, and may not be subjected to inconvenience and loss."

— Doge Agostino Barbarigo and the Senate to Richard III, 2nd May 1485 ('Venice: 1481-1485', in Calendar of State Papers Relating To English Affairs in the Archives of Venice, Volume 1, 1202-1509)

#history #history sources #richard iii #venice

[ducavalentinos]

“It is true that in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries emancipated women did not sit on the benches of the lecture halls of Bologna, Ferrara, and Padua, as they now do in many universities, to pursue professional studies; but the same humane sciences to which youths and men devoted themselves were a requirement in the higher education of women. Little girls in the Middle Ages were entrusted to the saints of the convents to be made nuns; during the Renaissance parents consecrated gifted children to the Muses. Jacopo da Bergamo, speaking of Trivulzia of Milan, a contemporary of Lucretia, who excited great amazement as an orator when she was only fourteen years of age, says, “When her parents noticed the child’s extraordinary gifts they dedicated her to the Muses—this was in her seventh year—for her education.” The course of study followed by women at that time included the classic languages and their literature, oratory, poetry, or the art of versifying, and music. Dilettanteism in the graphic and plastic arts of course followed, and the vast number of paintings and statues produced during the Renaissance inspired every cultivated woman in Italy with a desire to become a connoisseur. Even philosophy and theology were cultivated by women. Debates on questions in these fields of inquiry were the order of the day at the courts and in the halls of the universities, and women endeavored to acquire renown by taking part in them. At the end of the fifteenth century the Venetian, Cassandra Fedeli, the wonder of her age, was as well versed in philosophy and theology as a learned man. She once engaged in a public disputation before the Doge Agostino Barbarigo, and also several times in the audience hall of Padua, and always showed the utmost modesty in spite of the applause of her hearers. The beautiful wife of Alessandro Sforza of Pesaro, Costanza Varano, was a poet, an orator, and a philosopher; she wrote a number of learned dissertations. “The writings of Augustinus, Ambrosius, Jerome, and Gregory, of Seneca, Cicero, and Lactantius were always in her hands.” Her daughter, Battista Sforza, the noble spouse of the cultivated Federico of Urbino, was equally learned. So, too, it was related that the celebrated Isotta Nugarola of Verona was thoroughly at home in the writings of the fathers and of the philosophers. Isabella Gonzaga and Elisabetta of Urbino were likewise acquainted with them, as were numerous other celebrated women, such as Vittoria Colonna and Veronica Gambara. These and other names show to what heights the education of woman during the Renaissance attained, and even if the accomplishments of these women were exceptional, the studies which they so earnestly pursued were part of the curriculum of all the daughters of the best families.”

Lucretia Borgia according to original documents and correspondence of her day, Ferdinand Gregorovius.

#lucrezia borgia #auth: ferdinand gregorovius #women's education #15th century #16th century #italian renaissance

[artworks4]

The clock (alternatively known as St Mark's Clock tower or the Moors Clock tower) displays the time of day, the dominant sign of Zodiac and the current phase of the moon - it's an extraordinarily elaborate timepiece. St Mark's Square is the heart of Venice, the seat of both political and religious power (right next door is the Procuratie Vecchie, the administrative buildings of the old Republic), the commercial center and for centuries the place to meet in the city. The clock fulfilled a resolutely practical role in what was a mighty maritime empire in centuries past. Seafarers setting out from the Grand Canal could rely on this faultless timepiece to decide the most favourable time for setting out to sea. So reliable is the clock, that in 1858 it was made the official timekeeper of Venice - to which every other clock should be set.

In the early 1490s, the city's Senate decided that the world's supreme contemporary sea power required a better timekeeper than the old clock of Sant'Alipio, which occupied the north-western corner of the Basilica di San Marco. It was commissioned by Doge Agostino Barbarigo in 1493. The building, (perhaps designed by Mauro Coducci or Codussi), would house 'the most excellent clock' to be created by the father-and-son team of Giampaolo and Giancarlo Rainieri, engineers from Reggio Emilia. Upon its completion, on 1 February 1499, the two master mechanics became its custodians, the start of a five-century tradition whereby the keepers lived with their families inside the tower. This rather gives the lie to the legend that the Senate had the creators blinded on completing the clock, jealous that they would go on to repeat the marvel elsewhere. The tale, while lurid, in any case, sits improbably with the tradition of medieval Venice as a haven of learning, enlightenment and relative liberalism.

The clock tower wears its symbolism on its facade and patient and observant visitors can pick out much of the self-image of medieval Venice from here. There is a representation of the Lion of San Marco, symbolizing the power and wisdom of the ruling fathers of the Republic. The Magi paying homage to Christ symbolize the Christian faith. And the willfully complex machinery of the timepiece itself represents Venice's triumphs in the fields of mechanics and science. Here, on a facade of a few meters is a graphical representation of the three pillars of the Serene Republic's power - scientific progress, civic enlightenment and Christian faith.

  The main clock face consists of a number of concentric dials. The outermost displays numbers 1 to 24 in Roman numerals - a hand decorated with an image of the sun pointing to the hour. A second dial shows the 12 signs of the zodiac; these are illuminated in gilt on an enamel blue background. The inner dials (also gilt on blue) show the phases of the moon and sun. The clock also moves a display above the face, where a niche with the Madonna and baby Jesus sits between two displays: here we see the hours in Roman numerals; the minutes are shown in Hindu-Arabic numerals. At certain points during the day, Virgin and Child emerge to rotate and then hide away once again. During Ascension week and Epiphany, another treat is in store for visitors, as statues of the Three Wise Men emerge to pass in front of Mary and Jesus. 

Τόρε ντελ Ορολότζιο

Το ρολόι της Πιάτσα Σαν Μάρκο- 1496-1499- σχεδίασε μαζί με τον Λομπάρντο, ο Μάουρο Καντο��τσι, πιθανώς ως συμπλήρωμα των Προκουράτσιε Βέκιε.

Το ρητό που συνδέει το ρολόι λέει πως «Δεν μετρώ παρά τις ευτυχισμένες μόνο ώρες». Εκτός όμως από τις ώρες δείχνει και τα σύμβολα του ζωδιακού κύκλου, καθώς και τις φάσεις της σελήνης. Οι δυο μπρούτζινες φιγούρες που χτυπούν τις ώρες, γνωστές ως «Μαύροι» εξαιτίας της πολύχρονης πατίνας τους, κατασκευάστηκαν στα χυτήρια του Αρσενάλε το 1497.

Για να γίνει ο πολύπλοκος μηχανισμός του χρειάστηκε να δουλέψουν σκληρά επί 3 χρόνια οι τεχνίτες Τζιανπάολο και Τζιανκάρλο Ρανιέρι. Η Βενετία τους αντάμειψε με μια γερή σύνταξη και το δικαίωμα να μένουν μέσα στον πύργο μαζί με τις οικογένειες τους. Ενώ κατ’ άλλη εκδοχή η πόλη τους τύφλωσε, για να μην μπορέσουν να φτιάξουν και αλλού τέτοιο ρολόι.

#torre del orologio #venice #venezia #artwork #architecture #photo of the day

[historybehindassassinscreed]

In Game:

Marco Barbarigo was a member of the Roman Rite of the Templar Order, who became the Doge of Venice in 1486.

In 1476, Marco was entrusted with a letter destined for Pope Sixtus IV in Rome. In the Palazzo Ducale, he passed the letter to a courier who in turn would take it to Grand Master Rodrigo Borgia. However, the courier was intercepted by the Assassin Giovanni Auditore da Firenze, and the letter compromised.

Later, after Giovanni had confronted Borgia in Rome, the Grand Master called a meeting to discuss the impending Pazzi conspiracy and the need to eliminate Giovanni. Marco was one of the Templars present during this meeting.

In 1485, after the assassination of his relative Emilio Barbarigo, Marco, Dante Moro, Silvio Barbarigo and Carlo Grimaldi met with Rodrigo to plan the assassination of the current Doge Giovanni Mocenigo.

Before Rodrigo arrived, those present argued over who would be appointed Doge after the successful assassination. Rodrigo caught them arguing and reprimanded them for it, before announcing that Marco would take Doge Mocenigo's place.

Unknown to them at the time, the Assassin Ezio Auditore da Firenze eavesdropped on this meeting, and discovered the Barbarigo's allegiance and plans. After the death of Doge Mocenigo, whom Ezio failed to rescue, Marco was appointed as the next Doge, and declared Ezio an enemy of Venice for the murder of his predecessor.

After securing his seat as Doge, Marco spent most of his time in Venice hidden in the Palazzo Ducale, never to emerge. However, Ezio gained entrance to Marco's private party during Carnevale using a Golden Mask he had stolen from Dante, which allowed the bearer immediate, unquestioned entrance to the party.

However, after Dante discovered the theft, he alerted the city guards, and joined them in the search. Despite the guard's attempts to locate him, Ezio remained invisible amongst his hired courtesans, until Marco emerged from his boat to celebrate Carnevale with his "fellow man."

The party was short-lived as Ezio shot Marco down where he stood, using the hidden gun. After his death, Marco's brother Agostino Barbarigo took his brother's place as Doge; unlike Marco, Agostino was sympathetic to the Assassin cause.

In Real Life:

Marco Barbarigo was born sometime in 1413. His dogaressa was Lucia Ruzzini (d. 1496), described as a hypochondriac but talented beauty. His father was Francesco Barbarigo and his brother was Agostino Barbarigo. He and his brother are the namesakes of the Master of the Barbarigo Reliefs, who was responsible for the creation of their tomb.

He served as the 73rd Doge of Venice from 1485 until 1486. His nomination took place on a new staircase in the courtyard of the Doge's Palace, on an axis with the Campanile of St. Mark and the Porta della Carta.

(Image source)

Barbarigo was elected as Doge of Venice in September 1485 to succeed Doge Giovanni Mocenigo, who was possibly poisoned. Marco died in August 1486 at the age of seventy three, less than a year after becoming Doge, probably in a violent dispute between nobles caused by his brother Agostino. He was succeeded as Doge by Agostino Barbarigo, who was Procurator while Marco was Doge, from 1486 until 1501.

Sources:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marco_Barbarigo

https://archive.org/stream/dogaressasofveni00stal#page/n0/mode/2up

https://web.archive.org/web/20070311022757/http://www.imagesonline.bl.uk/britishlibrary/controller/textsearch?text=Barbarigo&y=0&x=0&&idx=1&startid=36294

#Sorry it's so short #apparently there's not much information about this guy #Assassin's Creed #People #AC 2

[avissipress]

Leonardo Loredan: A New Hope

13 October 1501 With the death of Agostino Barbarigo, a new doge has been appointed. Today, after an arduous voting procedure, Leonardo Loredan is coronated as the new doge of the Venetian Republic. With various conflicts Venice is involved in, it is hoped that the new doge will be capable to mobilize the Full College to solve the crises at hand.

[familyvideowithsteve]

Carnevale di Venezia - Harry Styles AU

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Year 1488.

To celebrate the election of the new Doge, Agostino Barbarigo, the city decided to make the Carnevale a bigger event than usual.

It was already something you couldn't miss in the Serenissima Repubblica di Venezia, (most known as the Most Serene Republic of Venice by foreigners).

Since the last Doge, Emilio, Agostino’s brother, who was executed for his cruel acts against the population, mostly to oppress the people, the city-state's aristocracy became more careful of whom they were going to elect next, knowing very well that's it’s an election for life.

If the new Doge would keep the cruel acts, they would do like they did for his predecessor, and for many others before him. They would execute him, they would try to do it subtly, sending an Assassin, but the people knew.

But, Agostino, unlike his brother, wasn't the tyrannical type, he had plans for Venice, he wanted to make Venice the first wealth of Italy, the most powerful city, he wanted to improve the quality of life for his population, especially the most poorest of them, the orphans, the farmers, the anglers, anyone who struggles to live. It was complicated, but ambitious.

So, to celebrate the new Doge and his non tyrannical policy, the city made a masquerade ball, in honor of Agostino Barbarigo.

He chose to make it a more international event by inviting important people, like the King of the Romans and his soon-to-be wife, Duchess of Brittany; Henry VII of England and his wife, Elizabeth of York, the first Tudor couple; and Charles VIII, ‘the Affable’, King of France, and many possible allies for the future, but he also invited famous artists; painters, sculptors, authors, musicians, or inventors and scientists such as Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci.

But there was this new artist, ancient apprentice of Leonardo, coming from England, his creativity and ingenuity surprised and satisfied more than one court.

The city was on festive season for nine days and ten nights, the streets were nicely decorated with flowers of all types, taken care of every day, making sure they smelled perfect.

Troubadours animating the streets, Courtesans dancing in rhythm with the music.

Everyone was enjoying the ten days and nine nights of festivities about to come.

“Y/n, mia cara, Teodora will wait for you in her sewing shop for your dresses. It is your last fitting today.”

“As soon as I finish this book, Father, it is fascinating.”  

“What are you reading today, mia figlia?”

“An Astronomy book, Signore da Vinci recommended that I read this.”

Education was not something easy to have access to, especially if you are a girl, you had to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth but Agostino always did his best for his daughter to have access to it.

She had the chance to know how to write, to read, and she was aware of that, so she took every opportunity she had to learn new things.

“Bene. I have to go meet a friend of mine, do not forget Teodora.”

“I will not.”

Still focused on her book she didn't see him leave her room, a smile on his face.

She sipped on her now cold infusion, turning the pages as she was reading quickly, peacefully sat on her couch, under her window.

The sun’s rays piercing through the pane window, falling on her hair, and her face.

She had braided hair today, her hair falling in the small of her back, shining.

She had delicate features, she looked like her mother, as her father liked to say, she looked like the most precious flower in the most beautiful flower garden.

Her skin was so smooth and silky it looked like porcelain, her e/c almond shaped eyes gave her doe eyes, but looking at her straight in the eyes scared more than one, she had this confident look, imposing respect; she had small freckles on her nose, her cheeks, and her forehead; and her lips, they had the softness of two petals, they looked so delicate.

She was the spitting image of her mother, and not just physically, but mentally too, she loved many subjects at the same time, literature, painting, sculpting, science, astronomy, dancing, and flowers, oh, how she loved her flowers, the colors, the scents, their shape, it’s like she had a small representation of the world in her flower garden.

Minutes turned into hours of storing all the knowledge about those little dots in the night sky, closing the final page of the volume she couldn't believe that was it.

She needed to know more about the Stars, Where did they come from? Why are they here? Why do they shine? Why can we see them only during the night?

So many questions that needed an answer, she sighed, frustrated; getting up from her floral burgundy sofa she went to put the book back in her bookcase.

Looking one last time to the book cover she thought she needed to speak to Leonardo about the constellations, she needed answers to all her questions.

Stepping closer to the windows she saw the sun was still up, but the sunset was close.

She remembered she had to see Teodora, so she warned Tolomeo, the right-hand man of her father she needed to leave for Teodora sewing shop.

“Very well, damigella, a guard will keep an eye on you.” He responded, entrusting the guard with the task of ensuring her safety.

She left the house, the guard kept his distance from her but still an eye on her, it was a necessity since her family was one of the most important in Italy.

Over time she got used to it.

Theodora's sewing shop was not far from the Basilica Cattedrale di San Marco, she had to use a gondola to get to the Basilica then to walk to the sewing shop.

Handing the money to the gondolier she stepped in the gondola, the guard getting in too.

Admiring the beginning of the sunset she smiled, enjoying the different colors in the sky.

At this time of the year, the sunset came pretty early, it was hot, but it must be like five in the afternoon.

A few minutes after she arrived in front of the Basilica, smiling at the edifice, she heard the most perfect English accent she ever heard, a raspy but attractive voice.

She turned around and saw a tall man, dressed in an English style, all in red, his brown curls falling on his shoulders.

He thanked the man, in a perfect Italian, whom just helped him drop off his suitcases from the ship.

Another man went to meet him, and she recognized him, it was Damiano, her father's political counselor.

He seemed to notice her and smiled at her, they both walked to each other, greeting her a hand-kissing. The mysterious Englishman observe them closely, more particularly Y/n, observing her delicate and beautiful face, the lights of the sunsets warming up her features, in his eyes, she was the reincarnation of Venus, the Roman goddess of Beauty.

“Mia Bellezza! What are you doing here?”

“Teodora is waiting for me at her sewing shop, today is the last day of fittings before the festivities.” She said, smiling and her eyes finally stopped on the Englishman.

He had beautiful eyes, as green and beaming as emerald could be, his eyes were captivating.

He could trap your soul and keep it forever just by the look of his eyes.

“Oh, where did my manners go! Bellezza Y/n, I present you Signore Styles, from England.

“It is an honor.”  He bowed a little and took her hand to kiss the bottom of it.

By his touch, her hair was standing on end, butterflies in her stomach.

Her cheeks took a crimson color with the softness of his lips on her hand, standing back up, he looked at her straight in the eyes.

His eyes captivated her again, she held a breath at his beauty, he truly looked like an angel.

“We should go to Miss Teodora’s sewing shop, Damigella.” The guard said, interrupting the moment, they broke eye contact and she looked at the guard.

“Sì. We have to leave. Damiano, Signore Styles, it was an honor to meet you.” she said, bowing down a little.

He smiled and bowed his head a little, his eyes still on the beauty in front of him.

She smiled and walked away to a street nearby, she felt eyes on her, his eyes on her, but she didn’t turn around and entered the shop; Teodora saw her stepping in and instantly smiled.

“Ah, mia principessa!”

“Hello Teodora! How are you today?”

“Now that you are here my day is better, my child. I should ask you, how are you feeling? The festivities start tomorrow, you must feel nervous.”

“Not at all, I feel honored to be the daughter’s Doge.”

The old woman was always so kind to Y/n, she knew her since she was knee-high to a grasshopper.

She always designed her dresses, she knew how to embellish Y/n, using her natural curves, her height, and her complexion so that all eyes were on her.

And it was always the case.

“Bene, come with me, Bellezza.” she took her hand and brought her to her personal sewing office, where nineteen beautiful dresses were waiting to wear.

Two of them caught her attention, and she promised herself she would wear them for the two most important ball.

The first one was red; a darker shade of red with gold and white embroidery and precious pearls and jewelry; ornamented with black lace on the low-cut line and the sleeves of the dress.

It was magnificent.

The second one was a midnight blue color; a darker shade of blue, with more thin gold embroidery, black lace in the shape of small roses around the low-cut neckline, and thin lace on the sleeves.

This dress was bigger and longer, it clearly wasn't the style of the present time.

But Teodora always was ahead of her time.

She created such magnificent pieces, it was incredible.

The others also were beautiful, but clearly, Teodora surpassed herself.

“Oh, Teodora.. they are so beautiful. You truly are my guardian angel.” She said, slowly walking towards the dresses, making her hand softly run on the different textile.

“They are beautiful because I made them for you and you only.

You are my muse, mia cara. Your beauty inspires me.”

She turned around and walked to the woman to hug her, Teodora was like the closest thing to her grandmother.

“Grazie, Teodora. I don't know how to thank you.”

“Wear them, and look like your gracious self.”

She pulled away and smiled at the old woman.

“Grazie di tutto, Teodora.” [“Thank you for everything, Teodora.”]

For three solid hours she tried them on, and she looked like an angel, Teodora was really proud.

When she was finished, the old woman had to close her shop and accompanied Y/n -still with the guard- to a gondola.

With a kiss on her cheek, she left to go find her husband and her children.

She ate dinner with her father, her cousin and a friend of the family.

It’s with hope to see Signore Styles again, that she fell asleep, in the comfort and the warmth of her sheets.

THE FIRST DAY of festivities begun, and she had to wake up early to get ready, wearing a golden dress, her hair cascading on her shoulders in small waves.

There was a banquet, but first her and the Doge -her father- had to go to the port next to the Palazzo Ducale, the residence of the Doge and his family, to welcome their guests.

They would live in the Palazzo soon, after the festivities.

She stood next to her father, the sun made her glow, not an oily, disgusting glow, she was glowing with beauty, grace, elegance.

Welcoming Henry VII of England and Elizabeth of York, she bowed, showing nothing but respect and support.

The King informed the Doge that the English new artist must have arrived the day prior since he refused to go with the King and his wife.

“Signore Styles. Sí, he arrived yesterday. My daughter and my counselor welcomed him properly.”

“Very good.”

She didn't know her mysterious Englishman was the new artist, the one everyone was talking about.

She felt even more honored to have had the chance to meet him.

The day continued like this, welcoming guests from different countries, bowing, staying polite and quiet.

“What did you think of Signore Styles, mia cara?” Her father asked once they could walk back to their home.

“I could not talk to him for very long, I had to see Teodora, but.. he is very charming, I could almost see how intelligent he was just by looking at him. I hope I will get the opportunity to meet him again, I would love to know his thoughts on Signore da Vinci.”

“Leonardo told me he was one of the most impressive apprentices he had. I hope to meet him too. Bene. You should get ready for the masquerade ball tonight.”

For nine days and ten nights people were going to celebrate, but the Doge and Y/n were only going to attend some masquerade ball, not a lot of them, or at least she had to show up for an hour or two, but there was only three really important masquerade ball that she absolutely had to go to.

And ON THE FIRST NIGHT, she dressed up in an ivory-colored long and big dress, white and gold thin embroidery on the dress.

Her hair was still cascading down her shoulders with some waves, but she added a very discreet tiara on her head.

She walked down the stairs to find her father, dressed differently as well, his mask on, he had a black box in his hands.

When he heard her heels clicking on the cold floor he turned around.

“This belonged to your mother.” He said, opening the box to reveal the most beautiful mask ever, ornamented with jewelry and pearls, it was very precious.

Thanking her father she took it and wore it.

Arriving with a gondola to the banquet and masquerade ball they were greeted with fireworks, music.

They ate, and the masquerade ball started, troubadours started to play music to dance on, of course, to start the dance the Doge and his daughter danced together, showing the example.

Then people started to join them, the dance was simple, the first male lead the dance, and gave the hand of the woman to the second male.

There was nothing sexual, it was elegant, graceful.

In the middle of the night Y/n found herself in the arms of many strangers, but when she felt his touch, his special touch, her heartbeat started to go crazy.

She looked up and saw two beaming emeralds.

It was him.

She just knew it.

“I did not know you were the Doge’s daughter.” He lowly said, in a perfect Venetian.

“A woman must keep her secrets from the world.” She answered, and he made them exit the main dance, to dance on their own.

Just the two of them.

“Does that mean you have more to reveal?”

“I choose very carefully the people I reveal myself to.”

He smiled, the dimples popping up a little bit.

“Well, I hope I will be one of those people.” He purred, and their eyes locked.

“It depends. You need to have a little something, something worth to be heard.” She confidently said.

He was totally disconcerted, he never met someone with such confidence and charisma.

“What interests you, precisely?”

“I like hearing stories. People's lives can be quite fascinating. Are you fascinating?”

“I am an intellectual. Art, science, literature, to me everything and everyone has a special something that makes them fascinating.”

“Am I fascinating?”

“Very. You definitely are the most fascinating creature I ever laid eyes on.”

“Very good.” She purred, their eyes connecting once again.

They kept dancing for a few until she started to feel tired, she needed to get rest if she wanted to be in good condition for the next days of festivities.

“Signore Styles, if you will let me, I have to leave, it is getting late.”

“Of course, Bellezza Y/n, will I be seeing you later?” He asked, taking her free hand in his.

“You definitely will.” She murmured, smiling.

He kissed her hand and looked at her leaving, quite longingly.

“Fascinating.”

The festivities looked very similar to Y/n, a banquet, a dance and you start again the next day, of course, Signore Styles made everything better.

Every night they would meet, dance, talk, flirt. It was a relief he was there to make the festivities less boring.

ON THE SEVENTH NIGHT she wore a lavender dress, a hair naturally straight with pearls and jewelry in her hair, and the last touch, the mask.

She was surprised to see that Harry was already waiting for her, talking with her father.

“Signore Styles, what a beautiful surprise.” She said, a smile appearing on her lips.

“Bellezza Y/n.” He said, bowing a little and kissing her hand.

Their eyes locked once he was standing, staring at her, each night he was stunned by her beauty, and every night she was even more beautiful than the night prior.

“Signore Styles is your partner dance for tonight, I cannot attend tonight's ball, he came himself to tell me he wanted to accompany you tonight.” Her father said and she swore she saw him blushing a little.

“I also thought I should let you alone for.. some time.. together..” He added and they both were blushing.

“Grazie, Papà.” She murmured and Harry brought his hand towards her, inviting her to leave the house.

She took it and they left the house, once they were out he intertwined their fingers.

“I hope you do not mind.” He murmured.

“Not at all.”

He smiled and they walked to get a gondola, handing the money to the gondolier he helped her sitting and they were heading to the garden, the private garden of the city.

Where Y/n spends most of her time.

“I did not know tonight' festivities were at the Giardino Botanico de Venezia.”

“The Doge himself decided to change the place, as he told me it adds a.. amorous atmosphere..” He whispered, turning his head to lock their eyes.

A crimson color tinted her cheeks and she looked away, feeling shy and a little bit embarrassed.

Reaching the terra firma, Harry helped her leaving the gondola, he made sure their fingers were still intertwined.

They walked to the Giardino Botanico de Venezia with pieces of music played by troubadours on the way, arriving in a glazed building, with a slab of marble engraved with ‘proprietà privata di Barbarigo’.

“Is it your’s?” Harry suddenly asked.

“The Giardino Botanico de Venezia belongs to my family, yes.

It belonged to my mother's family, when my parents got married it belonged to us, the Barbarigos.”

“I see.”

Guards opened the glazed doors for them and they stepped in, Y/n felt a feeling of peace of mind just by smelling the wonderful odors of the garden. It was exotic, tropical.

While Harry was completely stunned at the beauty in front of him, the smell was aphrodisiac, so many colors, aromas, it definitely added an amorous atmosphere.

Following the guards to the outdoor part of the garden, they saw the banquet, troubadours, the usual.

Greeting everyone, they could finally sit and enjoy the banquet, the dance shortly followed and Harry instantly and instinctively asked her to dance.

And just like every night, it was only them, very rarely they would dance with other people.

While making her spin in his arms he thought about something, his eyebrows knitting.

“I have not met the wife of the Doge, I was wondering-”

“I would rather not talk about my mother.” She said, closing herself a little from him.

He abruptly stopped his movements and made Y/n stop in her tracks.

“Y/n. I am so sorry. If I would have known.. I..”

“You could not have known, I rarely talk about her, she.. I..”

“It is fine, you do not have t-”

“She passed away when I was seven, to a disease, during the night... I did not get to say goodbye.” She whispered, fearing that her voice might break if she spoke out loud.

Harry moved his hand from hers to her cheek, forcing her to look at him.

Her glassy eyes moved to his, and he instantly felt terrible for making her remember a painful souvenir.

Not wanting the presence of an undesirable element, he made them walk to a more private place, inside the garden (the banquet and the dance took place in the outdoor part of the garden) and sat on a bench.

Harry was waiting for her to say something, he didn't want to put pressure on her, she got rid of her mask, and he did the same, worried by the look on her face.

“I miss her so much..” She whispered softly, a single tear falling from her eye, she quickly wiped it away, resting her hands back on her lap.

He was looking at her worryingly, not knowing what to say, what to do.

“I always come here to perpetuate her tradition, flowers were her favorites, she loved them.” She got up, walking to a tree with flowers going all the way up to the tree.

“So many colors, so many aromas, so many origins. She loved them. She loved diversity. In people, in living beings. She was a very interesting person. Always so cultivated. She and my father insisted on giving me the best education, but since her death, I try to honor their choice.. and her.”

She paused, gently touching the petals of a lavender color flower.

“I come here whenever it is possible. I take care of the garden she created, for her. I read every book I can find, I know she wanted me to be very cultivated, she wanted me to be strong, to be intrepid, independent, and to also trust no one but myself.”

Feeling the need to clarify herself she kept going.

“We live in a world where women are underappreciated, we are treated like we are not even human beings, like you, men, we are considered as.. something else? Objects? I do not know.. But that is why she wanted me to be a strong person, she wanted the best for me... so I try my hardest to become someone strong, cultivated, with her own personality.. but sometimes-”

“It is hard... I know what you feel.

My father was a part of the Royal Guard of England, he wanted me to become just like him but I never dreamed of being a soldier... I am more of an intellectual... I love art, astronomy, literature, biology, I like to learn new things, I like hearing stories, people can be quite interesting like you said it.

I chose my own path, he was so dissatisfied and disappointed.” He said, getting up from the bench, walking to her.

“You said was.. is he.. did something happen to him?” She carefully asked, turning around to face him.

“No.. I mean not that I know of.. he is.. he is dead to me. I know it is extreme but.. he tried to put me in the army without telling me, he tried to force me to enter the army with his sick, manipulative ways of controlling everyone.. he.. was a really bad person.. my mother could not get out of his grip in time.. hopefully my sister and I could.”

“Tell me about your mother.”

Nostalgia made a brief appearance on his face, along with a smile.

“Her name was Anne, a beautiful woman.. she had a good heart, and was so generous. She taught Gemma -my sister-  and I to be true to ourselves. She sent us away, Gemma in Paris, and me with Signore da Vinci. She basically saved us from that man.”

“And your sister, Gemma?”

“Ah, a stubborn one, just like my mother and I, she absolutely loves literature, you will always find her with a book, she is also a romantic one, again, like my mom.                                                                                                                   We write each other every week, I think you would like her, she loves to discover new things too.”

“You two seem very close.”

“We are, with a father like ours, it is a necessity.”

“I wish I would have had a brother, a big brother, I felt so alone... Try to enjoy your relationship with her, she is your only family after all.”

“I will.”

A silence fell between the two, it was not awkward at all, it was comfortable, kind of peaceful.

“I know how crazy it sounds and I know that is not true and possible but.. do you believe that, when a loved one passes away, his soul goes to the sky, and in the night, you see them glowing?”

“It is a very poetic way of seeing the world, and quite childish too –but in a good way, it is sweet, innocent, like a child.”

“It is my mother who told me that, we were looking at the stars one night, and she told me how her own mother was resting in the sky, glowing in the night, to help us move forward in the darkness.”

“My mother used to tell me the same thing, I know that is not true now but, sometimes I still believe in it, a little.”

Another silence fell between the two, and again, it wasn't awkward, at all.

A glimpse of the light of the moon caught his eyes, which made him look up at the satellite and then at the woman in front of him.

The light lightened up their faces, their eyes reflecting it.

She couldn't be more beautiful than right at this moment, to his eyes of course.

Locking eyes with her, he slowly leaned in, wanting to taste her lips more than anything in the world.

With a finger on his lips, she stopped him from leaning.

“Patience.” She whispered, smiling softly.

He smiled back softly, chuckling.

“You, Bellezza Y/n, are going to drive me crazy.”

“I know.. and that is the point in waiting, patiently..” She murmured, a crimson color tinting her cheeks.

ON THE LAST NIGHT she wore the midnight blue dress she was so desperate to wear.

Her hair was in waves with blue flowers and white pearls, she purposely chose to not wear her mask.

Tonight she had other plans in mind than going to a banquet and dance all night with Harry.

Leaving at eight she went to take a gondolier to take her to a Palazzo near the Basilica Cattedrale di San Marco.

The place was nicely decorated, essentially with flowers since tonight was in Y/n’s honor, she had to make an appearance, especially since everyone knew she came to every masquerade ball during the festivities.

Greeting everyone, as usual, she went to take a seat in the banquet, Harry wasn't late, he usually came around past nine, and so, around past nine, he was there, quite surprised to see her without her mask, actually, he was surprised to see her at all.

A smile on his lips, he bowed his head a little in her direction.

With the same flirty smile as him, she smiled back and bowed her head back.

Around ten, when finally the Doge arrived, the banquet begun, it looked like every banquet she had seen except for one thing; Harry’s eyes staring at her through the room, one of his flirty smirks on his lips.

When his eyes on her became really insistent she finally looked up, and both their hair were up at the feeling they both felt.

Attraction, mutual attraction.

Y/n had Harry whipped around her pinky finger like a string, and the opposite was also very true.

In ten nights.

Going back to the conversation she had with the Queen of England, Elizabeth of York, she ignored him for the rest of the banquet, frustrating Harry.

He knew she was playing with him, and he loved it.

The troubadours announced the end of the banquet, opening the masquerade ball, she was invited for a dance by a Prince of somewhere-on-earth, she didn't hear him talking, she was too concentrated on Harry’s stare on her.

With an amused smile on her face she apologized to the Prince, saying she was feeling tired, and that she wanted to rest, he let her leave and she went to see a troubadour, handing him a piece of paper she had hidden in the neckline of her dress.

Going to the door, she turned her head a little, seeing the troubadour with Harry, his eyes on her, listening to what the man had to tell him.

Then her father, the Doge, came to her view, he smiled at her and winked, he knew how his daughter felt about Harry, and he supported her without any hesitation.

She left, leaving the Palazzo with the hope to see him later, hoping his feelings were mutual.

Stepping in the gondola she suddenly uncertain, she knew there was something between them, something she couldn't put words onto.

Was it love? No, they have known each other for ten days in total, Love is built with time, it was not that.

But there was something.

“Here we are Miss.” The gondolier said, his hand towards her to help her exit the gondola.

“Grazie.” She whispered and took the hand to get herself on terra firma.

She walked to her family's Giardino Botanico and smiled once she saw the decorations she asked for.

Lightened candles here and there in a glass to keep it safe, some colorful garlands joining the trees between them, this with the flowers in the garden created a magical atmosphere.

An amorous atmosphere.

She found a letter with her name on it, with her father's handwriting on it.

“Love is a wonderful path to take when it is with the right person.

I know Signore Styles is your right person.

Always choose Love, mia cara, it is the most wonderful feeling in the world.”

She smiled at his words, her father could read her like an open book, and the fact that he supported her made her feel overwhelmed.

“Signore Styles? Damigella Barbarigo wanted to transfer this note to you.” The man said to him as his eyes were on the woman.

With a smile on her face she left, he wanted nothing more than to go to her, now.

“My first is made by nature,

My second is where people like to take care of me,

My third is in a private place,

My last is the love gift I will receive there.”

Ah, this woman.

Harry smiled at the note, she definitely was fascinating.

He thought of her and he immediately could understand her riddle. Partially at least.

My first is flowers, knowing Y/n it is obviously that, flowers were a big part of her life.

My second is the garden, where people take care of them.

My third is the Giardino Botanico which is a private place belonging to the Barbarigos.

But my last.. it could be anything.. until he thought of the kiss she told him to wait for.

Love gift. It could be that.

He excused himself from the masquerade ball, until he heard the Doge, himself calling for him.

“Signore Styles.”

“Signore Barbarigo.”

He felt pressured by the man, by his eyes shooting right through him.

“Take care of my daughter, will you?”

“Yes, Signore. I do not want to harm her in any way. I just want her to be happy. She deserves the world.”

The man nodded and smiled a little, he let him leave and returned to the ball.

Harry was way too impatient to finally be with her he rushed in a gondola, asking the gondolier to go faster.

Once he was on terra firma he ran to the Giardino, and... he was there.

He stopped running once he saw the entrance in marble, with the engraved Barbarigos name on it.

Out of breath, he walked in and there she was, in between lightened candles, garlands, and flowers.

Tension was at its peak, their eyes locked, they couldn't move.

‘What do I do next?’ Echoed in their mind.

Harry was paralyzed, it was the first time he felt so anxious, so scared to lose someone this extraordinary.

Y/n was the one to move, she walked the distance between them and smashed her lips on his.

She tasted of strawberries, sweet strawberries, he wanted to taste it again and again and again.

It just felt so good.

Her hands on the collar of his cotton shirt she pulled away a little, out of breath.

“To answer your question, Bellezza Y/n, you are the most fascinating creature I have ever laid eyes on.” He whispered.

She giggled, remembering the night she said that to him, which was like nine nights ago.

“Good.” She answered, her eyes up to him.

He went back for it, definitely insatiable of her, of this new feeling inside him when he kissed her.

‘She is the most precious flower in the most beautiful flower garden’ ran in his mind, and it never felt so true to him.

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