Hello everyone, I apologize for the wait on chapter two. My laptop has been acting up, here lately. I had over half of the chapter typed up, and I had to wipe my laptop clean. I didn't have a chance to transfer the file to my flash drive, so I lost it. I had to retype it all, but I think this one turned out better than the other. Anyway, on to replies to the reviews:
Guest #1: Cesare's thoughts about Lucrezia's marriage might appear in the next chapter. If not chapter three, his thoughts will be revealed before they arrive at King's Landing. His feelings will change as the story goes, since his feelings for his sister will go from 'close sibling relationship' to 'more than siblings'.
RHatch89: Thank you; hope you enjoy the rest of the story.
Guest # 2-4: Here you guys are chapter two! (:
Alright, so I apologize if Lucrezia seems a little ooc in this chapter. It had been some time since I've watched 'The Borgia's'. I was trying to remember how she was before her father arranged her first marriage. If my memory is correct she was very innocent, and was a lot like Sansa before Joffrey happened. I will be rewatching the series, before I make chapter three, so it might be some time before it's out.
Enjoy.
Sorry for any spelling, or grammar mistakes. I have yet to edit the story.
-Lucrezia-
The gardens were beautiful, they seemed to be more beautiful the warmer the weather seemed to get. The princess of Rome hummed the sweetest of tunes as she walked through the flowery maze. Lucrezia was the young princess's name and she was a sight to see. All of Rome's women wanted to be her, and all of Rome's men wanted to marry her, or at least bed her.
Lucrezia was one of those young maidens that still believed in fairytales, that her prince or knight would ride up on a white horse. Maybe, it was because of her father, mother, and brothers babying the girl to no end. She had flowered later than other girls. Her father and mother had thought she might have been infertile for a time there. Since the young princess had finally flowered into a woman she was now of age to be married.
In all honesty it had been a year since she had flowered into a woman, and in that year she had tried her hardest to talk her father into letting her marry whomever she wanted. She didn't want to marry someone she didn't know, or better yet didn't love. She'd had a young Dornishman come to try and woo her, and she fell head over heels for him, but when the Dornishman went to her father to ask for her hand he refused to give her to him. Lucrezia was heartbroken and had locked herself in her room for weeks. She refused to speak to anyone, not even Cesare: her beloved brother. She sat in that room and cried for the first few days, but after the second day she stopped crying and just sat in her room being stubborn.
Lucrezia couldn't help but wonder; if the Dornishman wasn't good enough, then would anyone be good enough in her father's eyes?
"Princess Lucrezia!" One of her handmaidens called out to her from the end of the maze she had just came from.
"Yes?" She called sweetly back, her head turning to look back the way she came. Her blond curls lying freely down her back, bouncing off her shoulders from her movement.
"Your father has called for you within his counsel room." The handmaiden spoke back, her voice traveling through the air past the flower maze.
"Yes, yes, I will be there shortly." She said with a nod, even though she couldn't see her nod.
Making swift with her movements, she turned on her heels and went back the way she came. Once she was out of the gardens she headed into the castle and straight toward her father's counsel room. She couldn't help but wonder why he was calling for her, in his counsel room of all places. With a mention shrug she continued heading toward her father. When she arrived outside the room she knocked gently on the large heavy doors; after a moment of waiting for a response, before she could count to ten she heard a deep voice from the other side of the door.
"Enter, my sweetling." It was her father's deep voice.
Pushing the doors open she stepped into the room, her blue eyes searching her surroundings. The first thing her eyes landing on were her two older brothers: Juan, and Cesare. The two men turned to look towards her. Juan flashed his sneering smirk at her, while Cesare smiled kindly toward her.
The blond princess curtsied toward the three men. When she finally straightened her gaze moved over the three men. She couldn't help but wonder why she was summoned here, of all places. Silence fell over the room that is until Lucrezia finally decided to speak.
"Father, you summoned me?" She asked, her eyes locked onto her father.
"Yes, that is correct. I've summoned all three of you here, to share important information." Rodrigo spoke, his eyes traveling from his daughter to his sons.
"What would that be father?" Juan asked.
"We are traveling to King's Landing." A grin crossed Rodrigo's lips while his eyes traveled back ago his sons landing on his daughter this time.
"Westeros? Why father?" Cesare narrowed his dark eyebrows in question at his father's words.
"Why, because of your sister." Rodrigo flashed the three a mischievous grin, it was written all over his face that he knew something they did not.
"Because of me, father?" Lucrezia asked, her voice laced with confusion. "Unless, you have another daughter that we do not know about."
Rodrigo chuckled in amusement from his daughter's joke and shook his head. "No sweetling, you are my only daughter, and yes because of you sweet girl."
"My apologizes, father, but I am confused." She admitted her fingers fidgeting with the laces in her dress.
"Of course you are sweetling." Rodrigo chuckled once again, before turning on his heels to move toward the window, and look out over the courtyard.
"Juan, Cesare, we are going to King's Landing, because our sweet Lucrezia is to be married." Rodrigo didn't bother to turn around at face his children.
If he had turned around he would see that not only Lucrezia, but Juan and Cesare's faces were covered in complete and utter shock.
'Married? I am to be married? To someone in King's Landing…? In Westeros.' She thought staring with wide eyes at her father's back.
After the shock wore off of the blond princess she straightened her posture and spoke. "May I ask father, to whom?"
"Names are not important right now, my sweet. Just know that he is from House Lannister." Rodrigo spoke, still not bothering to turn around and look at her.
'House Lannister… ' Was all that echoed within her mind. Maybe he was the knight she'd been dreaming of. Oh, she couldn't way to meet her betrothed.
