#william&francesca

My account is entirely dedicated to the love of my life Colonel William Tavington, and I pour my heart into every image and every video I create.

William stole my heart almost 26 years ago and never gave it back.

I was 16, and I remember it as if it were yesterday.

I’ve spent hours quoting his lines, I’ve ridden my horse shouting “CHAARGE!” pretending to be his female counterpart, using my whip as if it were a sabre.

He will always hold a special place in my heart.

He is not just a “favourite character” or a villain.

He represents emotion, tragic beauty, and a story that has never stopped fascinating me.

My wish is to find one of the original screen-used costumes, or anything that truly belonged to him.

Because to me, it represents a story and a connection that has lived with me for almost 26 years.

That is why I continue searching, even knowing how difficult and unlikely this quest truly is.

Like William once hunted The Ghost, Benjamin Martin…

I, in my own way, am still chasing mine…

A Fragment, A Memory of Another Life…

The beauty of this scene 🥹

Far from the battlefield…

In the quiet glow of candlelight, his hands can’t stay away from me.

No more Colonel. Just William.

No more war. Just us.

We were simply Will and Francesca. A man and a woman deeply in love, lost in each other, breathless and unable to resist.

His peace.

My home.

A quiet life we steal in fragments… somewhere beyond time.

Morning routine with my Colonel ☕💂🏻‍♂️❤️

Will is probably judging me from his pedestal right now… “Tea, darling. Always tea.”

Sorry love, this Italian girl runs on espresso in the morning. You can have your tea later.

Still the best way to start the day… Coffee and 18th-century eye candy. ❤️💂🏻💚

A Fragment, A Memory of Another Life — Our Wedding ✨

The beauty of this dream. 🥹

A lifetime of searching… and finally, we found each other.

In a quiet church, surrounded by candlelight and whispered promises.

His hand slipping the ring onto my finger.

Our first kiss as husband and wife.

Golden fields where we walked hand in hand.

Sunsets on the beach where he lifted me as though I weighed nothing.

Passionate kisses that made the rest of the world disappear.

And then… laughter.

The kind that fills an entire room as I dragged him toward our bedroom.

His cheerful thumbs-up. My uncontrollable giggles.

And at the end of it all…

me falling asleep on his chest, safe in his arms,

while he looked at me as though I were the only thing he would ever need.

This is the life we were always meant to live.

Not just in dreams.

Not just in fragments.

But forever.

William & Francesca

Husband and Wife.

Soulmates.

Home.

Not every love story is written by history.

Some are written by the heart…

Frozen No More

There was a time when his heart belonged only to war.

He marched toward battles, victories, and ambitions, believing they were all he would ever need.

The world saw a soldier.

A commander.

A man who never looked back.

But beneath the uniform and the cold blue eyes, there was a heart trapped behind walls of ice.

Then I found him.

Or perhaps... he found me.

And little by little, the man who had spent his life chasing power began to discover something far more dangerous.

Love.

I melted the ice he had carried for so long.

The man who once rode toward war now rides toward home.

The man who wanted a kingdom found something greater.

A hand to hold.

A heart to trust.

A future to believe in.

Frozen no more. ❤️💂🏻💚

26 Years. Forever. ❤️💂🏻💚

Twenty-six years ago today, The Patriot premiered in Los Angeles.

In Italy, we had to wait until August.

I still remember that day as if it were yesterday.

The cinema was full.

Then he appeared on horseback…

As an equestrian, I always notice the horse first.

The rider usually comes second.

Except that day.

That was the day my life quietly changed forever.

That was the first time I saw William Tavington.

And somehow... twenty-six years have passed.

More than many real-life relationships last.

I was the only person in the cinema who didn’t cheer when he fell on the battlefield.

Instead, I quietly wished his story had ended differently.❤️

I still have everything.

The original VHS.

Even the receipt.

Purchased on 25 June 2001 at 4:46 p.m. for 21,900 Italian lire.

I couldn’t wait for it to be released.

I watched that tape so many times that I practically wore it out.

Then came the DVD.

And now, the restored 4K Blu-ray SteelBook.

But collecting editions was never really the point.

It was always about him. ❤️

I recreated his uniform as faithfully as I possibly could.

Every button.

Every buckle.

Every detail.

Not because it’s just a costume...

but because it represents a character who has stayed with me for more than half my life.

My greatest dream is still the same:

to find one of the original screen-used uniforms...

or anything that once belonged to him.

Some dreams don’t disappear with time.

They simply become part of who we are…

Thank you, Colonel William Tavington...

for unknowingly accompanying me through twenty-six years of my life.

Some people say he’s only a fictional character.

Maybe.

But some stories stop when the credits roll.

Ours never did.

Forever.

💂🏻💚❤️

Fragments of an Unstoppable Love

The beauty of this moment 🥰

Far from the battlefield…

No more war. No more rules.

Just Will and Francesca…

A force the world could never break.

Arrogant.

Unstoppable.

Deeply, dangerously in love.

Together we don’t just survive…

we reign.

Another stolen fragment of the life we were always meant to live. ❤️

Ashes and Embers

History remembers wars.

It remembers blood, fire, victories.

But love… love is often left behind…

History reshapes it into myth.

Into whispers.

Into fragments carried by the wind long after the war is gone.

So the world believed William Tavington vanished into smoke and myth like so many men before him.

But history was wrong.

Because somewhere beyond the ruin of battle,

beyond the orchards drowned in morning fog,

there was still a heartbeat waiting for him.

And for once…

he did not ride toward war,

but toward her.

And somewhere beyond the smoke of war,

beyond the orchards wrapped in morning mist,

they chose each other.

They turned away from the story the world expected of them.

Away from the blood.

Away from the ending history had already written.

Some say that, just before dawn,

when the world is still quiet enough to remember old ghosts,

two horses can still be heard galloping through the fog.

Not toward battle.

Toward home.

Toward peace.

Toward the life they stole back from fate itself.

Not as ghosts.

Not as legends.

But as two souls who refused to let the world decide their ending.

And in that fragile space between memory and legend… between ashes and embers…

their love still rides.

Forever.