True Borgia Love—Complete Devotion
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June 10, 1493—the Vatican Gardens
Lucrezia Borgia was waiting anxiously for her elder brother, Cesare. Soon…the thirteen year old daughter of Pope Alexander VI would be married off to Giovanni Sforza. As she was about to turn back to her chambers, she heard the familiar voice of her brother call out to her. She ran to him and embraced him…kissing his cheeks and dropping her head into his shoulders. Cesare held her in his arms, inhaling her sweet scent and kissed her temple. Cesare did not know if he could let go of his little sister. He heard rumours that Giovanni Sforza was a crude, dishonourable man. If that bastard harmed Cesare's darling sister, he would hunt down Sforza and kill him with his bare hands. Slowly, Cesare could feel his heart being torn as he thought of soon having to say goodbye to Lucrezia. He knew she felt the same way. Lucrezia wished she could be in Cesare's arms forever, just like this. She felt safe and loved. She thought to herself more; what if Giovanni would not love her as a man should love a woman? Would he love her like Cesare did? No…no one could love Lucrezia like Cesare did. She was completely devoted to him. Lucrezia did not know of any other love than sibling bonding. She smiled as she looked up into Cesare's dark brown eyes. He kissed her forehead sweetly and stroked her cheeks.
"I will miss you when I leave here," Lucrezia said, in a quiet voice. Tears formed at the brim of her eyes. "My heart is breaking."
Her voice cracked as tears fell.
"Sshh, do not say such things, Lucrezia." Cesare murmured, wiping away her tears. "I shall always be with you no matter where Sforza takes you. If he harms you in any way, write to me and I will come to you and take you away."
"Where will we go?" she asked. With his finger, Cesare traced the curve of her lips as she smiled.
"Where ever the road will take us," he responded.
"I will think of you always, my darling Cesare. Give me a kiss before you go back to Papa."
Cesare bent down and kissed her quickly before leaving hastily down the gravel path of the gardens.
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