The two laid in a comfortable silence, her breath fading in the cold air, her face flushed pink. Her chest rose up and down in anticipation, smiling a bright smile. "Promise me, Prince Djem. Promise that you won't forget me." Her face that was filled with a warm, smile suddenly filled with dread – with sudden realization that she would not be able to stay with him – this beautiful man she had been graced with. If anyone had seen them together, the likelihood that he would die under mysterious circumstances grew larger and larger.
"My dearest, who said I was leaving you? I may need you to explain what exactly I am promising," Djem smiled his face warm and his smile filling up his entire face. His body was lanky, yet she couldn't imagine a man ever looking as beautiful as Djem did in this moment. Lucrezia smiled, she moved her naked body closer to his, her nose rubbing on his nose, her breath mingling with his breath. She was being selfish, she knew this, she knew that both of them being intimate like this could kill him – especially if her brothers saw them. And yet, she couldn't help but to be selfish. While Juan was off in whore houses and Cesare with women in the dead of the night, why should she choose to be selfless? His fingers were warm as they brushed against her cheek, "well, dove?"
"Just promise you will never forget me Djem? It's for my own peace of mind," she smiled, "or is that not enough?"
He laughed warmly, finally having caught his breath. "Well, my little one, I must say, if that is your reasoning, then I have no reason to fight you on this. I promise, little dove, I will never forget you. Not for as long as I live."
Lucrezia laughed lightheartedly, Djem smiled hearing that laugh, her truest laugh, and rolled on top of her body, placing light kisses on her jaw and down, then back up her neck, landing finally on her lips.