A game, or real life? (Ezio x reader)

Nature's way of unfolding

"Ti amo tanto (I love you so much)..." I breathed out against his ear. Feeling his large fingers tangle themselves in my hair, I closed my eyes.

"Ti amo anch'io... più di tutto (I love you too...more than anything)..." came his soft reply as his free hand began to caress my arm. "Sleep tight..."

Dawn came sooner than expected, and much to my dismay, I was shaken away from dreamland by Ezio's tender hands. But I felt so tired, I could barely even open my eyes. Nevertheless, I tried to brush that little...inconvenience aside and left the bed to get dressed. But one little problem I noticed right off the bat was even more troublesome. My breasts felt...weird. It was a soreness that almost felt painful. Even the lightest brush of my fingers left me agonizing. I clenched my teeth as I put my bodice on. Luckily, Ezio seemed to notice my struggles and helped me put it on, much to my relief. "Are you okay....?" He softly asked, worried.

"I will be, don't worry..." I shook my head, taking a deep breath. This. Sucked. I quickly finished getting dressed before we were both out the door. Surprisingly enough, Antonio was already up and about, as we crossed paths with him by the Palazzo della Seta. He seemed to be busy, so we merely greeted him with a wave before we continued walking to the ship that'd take us to Forlì. I straightened my hood as Ezio paid for the trip, then I took his hand as he helped me into the ship.

The journey back to Monteriggioni wasn't as fun as it tended to be. At least, not this time. Mainly because Ezio wanted to be careful and we ended up trotting our way back to Monteriggioni instead of galloping. But the advantage to that was that the horses got less tired, so we were able to take fewer stops to let them rest. But alas, sticking to a simple trot made the trip feel much longer, and by the time we reached the gates of Monteriggioni, all I wanted was to head straight on to bed. Mario was waiting for us by the stables, and immediately walked towards me as soon as we stopped.

"I received your message, Ezio. What is wrong with (y/n)?" Mario asked as he helped me down from my saddle. I gladly accepted his help, as I felt my vision blurring slightly.

"I don't know. She has been feeling off lately, so I preferred to bring her here to let her res...." I could barely listen to Ezio's words anymore as I began to hold onto Mario's clothes. All I could feel was his grip around me tighten before suddenly, everything went black.

Before I could even open my eyes, I could already feel that I had a light headache. My body was lying on a comfortable surface, and it seemed to be covered by soft sheets. Upon feeling something cool against my forehead, however, I decided to crack my eyes open.

I immediately recognized the room to be my own. My robes and armor had been neatly pulled away, along with my weapons. The heavy curtains had been drawn close, and I was covered up to my neck. Looking to my side, I cracked a smile as my gaze met Ezio's. He, who had been sitting on a chair next to the bed, swiftly moved close to my side. I wanted to sit up, and I was about to, only to be stopped by a pair of unfamiliar, wrinkled hands. I turned my head to meet the gaze of an old doctor, whom I quickly recognized as the dottore of Monteriggioni.