Family.

In Rodrigo's eyes, nothing could compare.

As a young man he had been ruled by the will of his passions. Divulging in the most lavish of sins and spreading his seed, he had yet to find the field to cultivate his ambition in. It was when his woman's belly became swelled that he found the key.

Opening Pandora's Box, Rodrigo had found the pearls to eternity.

His children.

Cesare, Juan, Lucrezia.

Family was as vital as a beating heart; in it lay the success to his ambitions. Just as the bull represented him and his house, his children were the horns. Without them he would be a mere cuckold; his ambition fruitless and vulgar.

How many families had paved the path of history? There wasn't a place in the world that hadn't been built on the backs of a family. From Rome to the wild land of heathens this was the truth.

A man who was no greater than a simpering fool could leave behind a legacy.

Yet it took having a family, that singular most important thing, to make a lasting legacy.

Christ himself had the support of the heavenly father behind him. No, not even a man akin to Him could carve his ambitious path alone. As a pious example, Rodrigo would follow in His footsteps. For the world would know the Borgia name; feel the mark bearing down on them for an eternity.

The fruits of his ambition weren't going to rest stagnant as a meager dream; instead they would become his reality.

With family they would become so.