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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.]

[She follows his lean to remain close to him. She huffs a little at his answer, knowing better than that.
Lucrezia remains close to him. Her finger plays along an embroidered border of his doublet]

Nothing else, then? Cesare, do you not care for me, then?

I care for you more than anything else in this world.

[He gives her a playful squeeze.]

But I do not wish for some unknown signora to learn that.

[Her entire demeanor brightens at that]

But if she is a known signora, would it be all right for her to know that?

[She raises herself to try and see eye to eye with him, moving closer]

[The chance of Lucrezia being able to lift herself to his eye level is...slim and so he instinctively lowers himself to catch her gaze, sitting down and pulling her next to him.]

Why? Do you know someone? I would love to know the identity of my secret admirer.

Edited (My bad. Phone tags.) 2017-10-10 17:17 (UTC)

[She laughs and collapses next to him, comfortably tucking herself into his side]

I may know of someone. I think her to be shy.

Shy? Why is that? I so rarely fall for the shy ones...

[He smirks, teasing her.]

[She drops her gaze at that. It had been something she had been questioning herself for a long time]

Perhaps she questions it. She knows it's a love that fills her heart and yet knows it perhaps to be wrong somehow.

I do not think a love can ever be wrong, Sis. Love is pure and good, is it not?

[He smiles at her, still not quite understanding what she might be suggesting. He loves her deeply. Of course he does. But is it that sort of love she is discussing?]

[She looks into his eyes, mouth working a few times, but the words just refuse to come out. Instead, Lucrezia enjoys at how her heart pulses, how she feels so safe with Cesare]

Love is pure and good, as you say, but can it transcend the bonds of blood?

[It's a whisper, as she hopes it is carried away in the wind]

[For the first time ever, Cesare hesitates. He looks at for a moment, frowning.]

I do not understand, Sis.

[But in truth he thinks he might understand all too well.]

[Like that, she's up on her feet, face red, and already chiding herself for such feelings and daring to express them]

Never mind.

[The last thing Cesare wants to do is embarrass her. He panics, standing up and calling after her.]

Sis. Please.

[She wishes she had more willpower than this but Lucrezia doesn't move an inch when he calls after her. She looks back at him then takes steps toward him until she's throwing her arms around his waist and holding him close.]

[He lets out a shaky breath and begins to stroke her hair.]

Now what was it that you meant?