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[Natalia Delgado]

Natalia was sick of being inside. With her yellow dress with out any shoes she walked out side. As she walked out side there was a nice small breeze. Her yellow dress was moving around legs as she walked out side. Moving around she was looking for a nice spot to sit. Sure she wasn’t picky but she did want to sit in a nice area where there were a lot of flowers.

As she walked around she noticed all the nice flowers and garden decoration. When she thought about all of this she began to miss home. As she walked past the garden she found a fountain. With a smile she went to the fountain and sat down next to it. As she sat down her dress went over her legs and knees. Her hand went into the water and began to move her hand in the water. Looking into the water Natalia had a small smile on her face. This small smile was also a sad smile. Her hair hand feel down into her face as she had looked down into the water.

As she watched her reflection move with the water as her hand moved the water. Her thoughts went to Spain. How she walked the streets without any one knowing who she was and nobody in the kingdom new where she went. How the gardens back home were big and you could smell all of the flowers. How her brothers and her self would play around and do fun things together and how her and her sisters would do all the girly things. Here it seems like she couldn’t do that.

Natalia came back to her own mind and began to look around. As she saw a few prince and princesses walk past her she new she had to try to make friends with them. It was hard for her to make friends with others. Nat was different from them. Sure she was raised properly but she wasn’t the proper princess like the others.

As she sat there she started to hum a song that she had been working on. That was on way to keep her from thinking about home and other things in this place.

[Dorotea Di Giacopelli]

In her simple white muslin, Dorotea was almost unrecognizable. She'd managed to get away from her mother's watchful eye. She liked color in what she wore, but that would make her stand out. Which was the least thing she wanted at the moment. Somehow, a few nobles managed to recognize her. Some had shook their head at her simple attire, which only made Dorotea lift her chin and shoot them a demeaning gaze. Surprisingly, she was quite good at that. Her hair was put into a single braid, trailing down her back. She was only seventeen, and young enough to leave her hair down on most occasions. However, because of her height, people thought she was much older. Her childish behavior some times brought confusion. And it was quite embarrassing as well. Dorotea came to the entrance doors and opened them a bit. Light streamed in almost suddenly. A sunny day, thank goodness. The castle was dreadfully gloomy in horrid weather. She blithely meandered around the castle. Russia was nothing like Italy. There was no place on earth like Italy, really. Dorotea wasn’t one who got homesick easily, traveling was not hard for her. Exploring meant learning about others. And learning was one of the biggest inspirations in her life. She came to the fountains. It was probably the most prestigious place on castle grounds. Well, to Dorotea.

It reminded her of Verona, back home in Italy. There were fountains all over the place. A smile spread across her features and she began to make her way towards one of the fountains. The water gurgled expressively and she had the temptation to dip her hands in the refreshing liquid. Her reflection looked from below her. Her hair had been a victim of the breeze, a few curls escaping as a result. Her eyes were wide, when were they not? The sheer beauty of Peterhof was captivating, and when she first arrived…she didn’t want to blink. Nobody made an effort to talk to Dorotea however, which made her feel a little left out. Her looks were different, an understatement. She was a foreigner. The typical French and English beauties ran this place as of the moment. Or maybe it was her over-bearing mother. That could also be a possibility. She didn’t care what it was, why wouldn’t these people see through her demeanor? Dorotea smilingly dipped her right hand in, cupping her hand and scooping a bit of water left. Opening her fingers, she watched the water trickle back down. It was…cold. Just a little bit. She suddenly heard humming come from the opposite end of the fountain. Curiosity struck, and she couldn’t help but make her way over slowly. She was in dire need for a conversation, someone to talk to.

The girl was a beauty. That was for sure. Admiration came into her eyes and she shyly studied the girl. She was the Spanish princess, Natalia Delgado. Why…was she not wearing any shoes? A puzzled look took over her face expression. Maybe she wasn’t the Spanish princess after all? Dorotea wondered if the girl recognized her as the Italian one. She hoped not. It would be much less awkward that way. She inclined her head gracefully and smiled widely. “Hello there, her Italian accent was very significant and her smile turned a little sheepish, “that was a lovely little ditty you were just humming. Is it of your creation?” . Nobody could mistake the accent for something else. She decided to give her identity away. What use was it to pretend to be someone she wasn’t? “I am Dorotea Di Giacopelli, of Italia.”

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[Natalia Delgado]

Natalia kept on humming till she heard someone coming. Which Natalia only kept humming. As long as nobody was to talk to her she did not have to stop. By how light the sound of the foot steps were Natalia could only guess it was a female that was walking for she hoped. When she heard a voice of an Italian Natalia stopped humming and looked up. With a smile Natalia bowed her head down a little to see the Italian princess.

“The humming song you had heard is a creation of mine not finished yet but hopefully soon it will be.” Her Spanish accent was strong but yet light at the same time. Natalia kept looking up at Dorotea and nodded. “It is nice to meet you Dorotea. I am Natalia Delgado of Spain.” Looking down she shook her head when she remembered she had no shoes on. “I’m sorry about the no shoes. I know some people find it weird and not very good on seeing for a princess. I do hope you do not mind. If not I could run to my room and get some kind of shoes to wear.” Seeing that the Italian was still standing up Natalia took a deep breath. She was shy but yet not to shy. This was something new to her and she hoped that this will be a good thing. “Would you like to sit down Dorotea?” It was best of her to be nice then just trying to hid her self.

Looking at her Natalia noticed how beautiful she was. ~Of course she’s beautiful all the princess here are beautiful.~ Seeing another beautiful princess Natalia couldn’t help but wonder why she always looked so plan. ~Its better to look different even plan then to look like every one else.~ Natalia made sure she had no sign of thinking at all just had a smile on her face looking at the Italian princess.

[Dorotea Di Giacopelli]

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The Spanish princess seemed to smile at her. Dorotea was glad. Perhaps she wasn't like the typical royal figure she would encounter around here. They would only give her cold and rather judgmental gaze. It was uncomfortable and was definitely not what she was regularly used to. How different these people were. However, Dorotea rather liked traveling. Meeting new people was a learning experience. People probably thought she was queer as well. They couldn't look at all of Italia like this. Dorotea's persona wasn't the most normal for a princess, maybe the two had something in common. Dorotea was known to go barefoot around home, but would not risk it around here. Making her mother look bad was not worth it. She admired Natalia’s courage. Something she always had lacked. Dorotea returned a generous and somewhat grateful grin as well as she listened to the Spanish princess speak. There was something about their speech that made every word sound like music. But then again, Italian and Spanish were not that different. Dorotea knew a bit of Spanish, but wasn’t going to humiliate herself in front of a fellow princess. “Oh it’s lovely meeting you as well, Natalia. I think you might be the only princess that would’ve talked to me so kindly today. She admitted, defeated.

"You have a beautiful voice by the way. The song is coming along splendidly." Dorotea didn’t really watch what she said around her. Which was odd because Dorotea didn’t let down her guard for everyone. Natalia seemed to look down at her bare toes and Dorotea let out a little giggle. She couldn't really keep it in. She was very curious at Natalia. "Oh it's perfectly fine with me!" Dorotea exclaimed brightly. "I do that at home as well. But I must wear shoes here or else my mother will be merciless." She added, whispering, her smile growing even wider. Hopefully she wouldn't scare off the other princess. Most people found her liveliness a little uncomfortable, and some even thought it was irritating. But each person to their own. Studying the other girl closely, Dorotea came to the conclusion that Natalia was probably a little shy. Shy? With her? Oh no no no, that was not the way it ran with her. "You needn't be shy with me, Natalia. I believe we're going to get along wonderfully." She remarked as she plopped down next to Natalia, clasping her hands in her lap.

"I hope you don't find me silly. I'm just excited to be here. I've never really came to Russia a lot in the past. Isn't the place just wondrous? I'm still trying to drink it all in." Dorotea inhaled deeply and sighed. Her mother had always been extremely overprotective over her only daughter. She barely got to do anything. Here at Peterhof was probably the most freedom she was ever granted. Dorotea liked feeling as if she were trusted. It made her feel grown up. She was seventeen. She was definitely not a child anymore. Dorotea would try not to take advantage of this opportunity...she wanted to make her country proud. To make them see that she was capable of handling things. But it was harder than she thought. Everybody here was so poised, dignified and...well...beautiful. Maybe she didn't really belong here.

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