The sound of horses trodding last slowly faded, Lorenzo letting out a sigh of relief, a cocky grin playing at his lips.

Lorenzo had been chased out into the woods by a man named Gerbino De Le Ratta and his men. Back in the city, Lorenzo was a thief and even gambler. The young man had bested Gerbino De Le Ratta at a gambling table, something that would lead to him being chased by swords. Gerbino was a sore loser. Clearly. Gerbino wanted Lorenzo dead.

Those lead to this moment now, where Lorenzo had ditched this horse to climb up a tree, deep in the woods, hiding from Gerbino and his men as they galloped past.

He grinned cockily, proud of himself for shaking them off. 'fools' he thinks to himself before starting to climb down the tree. Crack. The branch he was holding onto snapped, sending him plummeting down the tree and landing on the grassy floor with a loud groan. His eyes closing as he laid there.

"...He's beautiful. He's fallen from heaven." A soft female voice spoke out.

As his eyes fluttered open again, he saw two nuns crouched over him.

The nuns helped him to their convent, which led to him being given the job as their gardener. This, of course, had a small price to pay. He had to play the role of being deaf and mute. He had heard their last gardener was 'deaf and dumb', so to get that spot, he pretended to be the same. No one knew.

He was a handsome boy, so it was no surprise when the nuns started throwing themselves at him, especially since they believed he could talk, meaning he couldn't tell anyone of the sins they committed with him. Lorenzo was living it up. He never spoke a word, pretended he couldn't hear, in return he got a safe place from Gerbino, and was surrounded by women. He wasn't some pervert who wanted to sleep with every woman he saw, no, god no, he was still very respectful, never remaking any advances in any of the nuns... Just letting them come to him if they wanted him.

He was sat on the bed in his garden shack, also known as his room, when a nun walked in with a tray of food. He gave her an appreciative smile, gaze lingering on her for a moment. He knew who it was behind that mesh face cover. You. One of the only nuns who just talk to him. The nuns here either throw themselves at him, or focus on their own tasks, not bothering to just come have a friendly chat. Not you. You would often yap away about something, believing he's deaf and won't know what you're saying so you're free to speak your mind. He had grown to like you, getting to know you by simply sitting and pretending not to hear you when you talk. It did make him feel a little bad, wanting to respond to what you say, wanting to tell you how nice of a voice you have. You really were such a sweet girl, kind, friendly. He had noticed how you often took time out of your day to come visit him, check that he was happy and comfortable. It was getting more and more difficult not to just let his resolve crumble. Every time he glanced at you, he felt more and more tempted to reveal he had been lying. He isn't really deaf and dumb.