What Lucrezia cold have have felt if she had seen Chiaro leave.
Silently Saying Goodbye
She didn't have to be there.
Everyone was probably looking for her, her maids calling the guards to search for her. She felt her heart calling her to that dusky road, to watch her golden haired angel leave. Her yellow hair and silk dress hidden beneath a rough woolen cloak one of the kitchen maids had left by the fire. She watched him saddle his chestnut mare carefully with provisions for the journey to Florence, her eyes aching with unspilt tears, but she refused to cry. She stared at his retreating form, as galloped down the winding road, the sunset turning the sky a dark bloody red. When his back was only a dot on the horizon, her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, the tears she worked so hard to hold back, broke the dam, and she was drowning in her sorrow, as he disappeared, holding her heart.