This is the first fanfic I post here. Forgive any mistakes, you may find here, english is not my native language. Neither Lucrezia nor Cesare are mine, they belonged to themselves :) Incest alert, not really just hinted. Hope you enjoy, let me know if you liked it.
. She looks at him, smiling, with sweet appealing eyes. He cannot force himself to smile back.
She is young; nineteen years. She is beautiful; soft brown hair, big green eyes and a pale complexion. She is rich; sister to Jean d'Albret, king of Navarre. This is a very advantageous marriage, indeed. And yet he can not see the positive side of it yet. He, who always thinks ahead, on the consequences and benefits of political alliances consummated through marriage, is devoid of any feelings of victory or grandeur. He feels numb; and all because of the gold-haired angel, sited in the front row of this very same church.
He is not naïve; he knows that it is impossible for him to ever be with his younger sister. He wishes he could nevertheless. As the priest starts the ceremony, his mind travels far away from all those eyes, and lands on a very distant memory, when the idea of marriage for himself was as foreign as the earth to the sky. He had promised her, then, that he would never marry. She had pouted and said that if he could not marry her, she would marry no one either.
That had also proven to be a lie, because, even if he can't look away from the priest to be sure, he knows that her little and delicate hand is entangled with another man's one; her husband's; Alfonso.
He is abruptly brought back from those thoughts when it is time for him to say those two words. The two words that will make him Charlotte's for as long as life endures. Even though every cell in his body screams the opposite, his lips and his voice pronounce with clarity 'I do'.