So, here's my second fic. yay! I recently watched Los Borgias (spanish movie), and Cesare was so fascinating in that! I loved it. I share the movie's beliefs, about what things Cesare was and wasn't guilty of. In my opinion, he murdered Perotto and Alfonso of Aragon, but I do not think he would kill his brother... And so, the muse hit me. And I imagined Ces and Crezia's conversation about those rumors, and here's the finished score. Once again, forgive my mistakes, nothing belongs to me except for the writing. Please, do comment.
- Ces... - She started so low that her voice was barely a whisper. - Did you... - She tried again, only to have her voice cut off by a heartbreaking sob.
The look he gave her was of pure hurt.
- Are you also going to condemn me for a crime I did not commit, sister?
Lucrezia had never seen Cesare like this. He was always so noble and composed, but as he looked at her now, with pained eyes, waiting for her conclusion, she realized, that none of the accusations thrown over him had any foundation.
He turned his face away from her view, and she knew what she had to say.
- Do you truly believe that I could shelter myself from you even if these abominable rumors were true? - She said with all of her lasting force, in a desperate attempt to ease his conscious.
He regained his composure, and Lucrezia congratulated herself for been able to reassure her brother of her love.
- Father believes them. - He said coldly, as if he wasn't stating that his father thought him capable of fratricide. - He stopped the investigations on Juan's murder because he was afraid that he would find me guilty of my own brother's death.
He looked at her fearing to find in her eyes, proof that she also believed those lies. All he found there, however, was love and compassion. And so, he was able to continue his speech.
- It is true, dear Lucrezia, that my relations with Juan, were difficult. I will not try to deny that, in a silly attempt to absolve me of guilt before your benevolent eyes. It is true that my life will be easier now, freer, and, if one even dares say, happier because of my younger brother's precipitated death.
He looked at her again, expecting to see disgust and fear in her beautiful face, but for a second time, he found no recriminating emotions. He was unburdening his soul to her; showing, and proving, to her how distorted his mind was and, yet, she looked at him with affectionate eyes. He felt like crying.
- God knows that I am not pure, innocent or even good; but I can swear before you, dearest, who is the person I love most in this world, that I am not guilty of this crime that so many believe I committed.
This statement in itself was powerful enough to make Lucrezia's hidden tears flow free from her eyes. She threw herself in her brother's arms, ashamed of ever doubting him, and cried bitterly for a couple of minutes. Every now and then, she would whisper words like, 'I love and believe in you, dearest.' or 'do not trouble yourself, no doubt shall ever cloud my eyes again, forgive me.'; and so he realized that it didn't matter what the world could think of him; Lucrezia would always believe in what he told her, she would always be there to believe in his best part. That was enough.