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Between the two of us, Lady Borgia? No, no I don't.

Who are you?

Cersei of House Lannister, the First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms.

[Have her sweetest smile.]

[Lucrezia is surprised by how many titles the lady has. The smile unnerves her a little]

And what are you doing in Rome? A holiday?

No, nothing so pleasant. My kingdom needs allies in the war to come.

[She wasn't religious. Not by a long shot. But she'd heard quite a lot about the Borgia family.

And the power they wielded.]

What war to come? Have you made your case before the Pope?

My country, Westeros, we face a threat from the North.

[And, technically, East.]

That is precisely why I am here.

Where is Westeros?

East of here.

How far east?

[She brightens, knowing that she will try to scour the books for maps of this Westeros]

Why is it called Westeros if it is east of here?

While we may be East of you, we are certainly West of something, aren't we?

This girl is bright, innocent. And with that blonde hair, she could almost be a grown version of her dear Myrcella.]

[She laughs a little at that]

That's true. Have you gotten your audience with Papa yet?

No. Never. Though what is it that we are discussing?

[He breaks out into a grin.]

[his grin has her instantly smiling]

To love someone so much that you're sure the only person in the world for you is them?

That all depends: do you think there might be room for God as well?

[She laughs]

Of course there is room for God. If anything, I would think this person holds as much room in my heart as God.

Which person is that? You have someone in mind, do you?

[She shakes her head, giggling at him]

I should be careful not to let the signore's name be known to everyone. Why, what if word comes to him that I love him?

Is that not the goal? You wish to marry him, do you not? Letting him know would certainly be a start...

[She leans against him]

Do you think he would love me, then? If I let him know that I loved him as much as I love God?

[He reaches up to stroke her cheek gently with his thumb.]

I do not yet know who he is, but it is very possible.

[She closes her eyes against his touch and leans into it, sighing happily]

And how should I tell him? Giulia Farnese says that women must use their wiles.

Perhaps you should find out where his passions lie? That might be a good start. Though I am sure you have enough charm to bewitch an army, let alone a mere man.

[She opens her eyes and looks up at him]

If a signora asks me, 'where would Cesare's passions lie?' What would I tell her?

[He looks stunned for a second and lets out a chuckle as he leans back to look at her.]

Oh, I do not know. God? Virtue? Certainly nothing untoward.

[Though that is clearly a stretch on the truth. They both know that. By Cesare commits the Deadly Sins as if they were a checklist. Only when he has a good excuse though, of course.]