First Borgias fanfiction for me, and possibly only one of a few scattered one-shots. Ever since the beginning of season one, I've noticed how Micheletto acts around Cesare, and, honestly, I find it both cute and painful. Poor guy loves the one man he can never have... But, aside from that, I think I have developed sisterly feelings for Micheletto... In all seriousness, I just want to take him home, hug him, tell him that everything will work out, that there are people who love him, and then hug him again. ...Even if I do know he'll probably kill me in my sleep and then leave without so much as a backward glance... I'd still do it! Okay, enough of my ramblings...
Disclaimer: I don't own The Borgias; I just wish I owned Micheletto at times. I also don't own the song I'd Lie, as that belongs to Taylor Swift.
Speaking of, the first verse and the chorus of that song are what inspired this fanfiction, along with my painful sisterly love for Micheletto. Oh, soem of the info I've put in here is just to make it match up with the lyrics more, and is therefore just from my own head, but most of it is completely legit.
Each and every time, when he knew that the Cardinal whom he served had bedded another woman… Each and every time, he only barely managed to keep the jealousy from his face, from his voice. But his eyes, he knew his eyes burned, because he himself burned. He burned intermittently in the Flames of Hell and in the Fires of Ecstacy. Especially, most wonderfully, most excruciatingly… most damningly, when His Eminence Cardinal Cesare Borgia was flogging him. In those few moments, he dared to think that the way he thought of the Cardinal was true – that Cesare was his Eminence… and his alone. And, at moments, he almost believed his own thoughts. Because, when it came down to it, he knew that he knew more things about Cardinal Cesare Borgia than any woman the ravenette ever took to his bed would know.
He knew that Cesare was partial to red, but that he would rather have worn the crimson of a soldier, of the Gonfalonier of the Papal Armies, than the scarlet of the Cardinal. He learned quickly that Cesare had a head for politics, for arguing, but learned only later – as in, after the debacle with Forli and Caterina Sforza later – that the day of Cesare's birth was the seventeenth of the sixth month. While anyone could have said that Cesare's love for his sister Lucrezia was beyond measure, only he could ever have said that the Cardinal was willing to kill with his own hands for her honor. While anyone could have spotted Alexander VI and Cesare as father and son, only he knew that His Eminence and the Vicar of Christ shared the same eyes, the same facial structure, the same ability for cruel machinations. Though a liar by trade, had anyone directly asked any of this of him, he might just have told the truth. But, there was one truth he would never tell.
If anyone were to ask Micheletto Corella if he loved Cardinal Cesare Borgia, his answer would always be no, and it would also always be a lie.