Hello there! Welcome back to UaL! I don't know if I mentioned that was gonna be hella slowburn? Like, intense pining between Cesare and Contessina. Like at the earliest its gonna be like late season two if anything does happen. I'm also trying to do an episode a chapter so im trying my best. But lets get back to the chapter! I hope you will enjoy and please leave reviews, I thrive off of them. That being said I own nothing but Contessina. So without further ado, chapter 3!
The Vatican
Cesare sits at a table laden with food, his father at the head. Discussing Della Rovere is a trying business, but it must be done.
"It seems the good Cardinal Della Rovere has fled."
"Where to, I wonder?"
"Wherever he can find an ally—Florence, Milan…"
"I would hazard Naples. Dear old King Ferrante; his hospitality is legendary. You've heard about his dining room?"
"I've heard the rumors. If Della Rovere thinks Rome is a charnel house…"
"The good cardinal imagines that he alone hears the word of God. But God saw what he was blind to. What the Holy Church needs at this juncture is someone who can ensure its survival by whatever means necessary. You have someone who can wield a good garrote, do you not?"
"Has it been rumored that I do?"
"It has been whispered."
"And if I did?"
"Maybe it is time for the good cardinal's collar to be replaced."
"Replaced?"
"With what does one replace an ecclesiastical collar? My memory fails me."
"I think I understand you, Father."
"Good." As this conversation closes, Juan enters the room. He waits impatiently, wandering down the table. The Pope wipes his hands before speaking. "Sometimes, one barely understands oneself." Juan smirks a little before speaking.
"Have you commissioned your portrait yet, brother?"
"I see no need."
"Ah, humility. As befits the cleric. But the public might demand such a display from a soldier."
"Poor Pinturicchio's going to run out of paint. And we must pay for the extravagance!" The Pope whacks Juan on the shoulder. Cesare chuckles, continuing to eat.
"Have the abbeys all been emptied?"
"There is never enough. Queen Isabella has rather precipitously expelled all the Jews from Spain—the Murranos, as they once dared to call us."
"They still insult us thus." Juan says, anger lacing his tone.
"Well, I can assure you, my dear son, there's not one drop of Jewish blood in you. But as a stranger in a foreign land myself, I sympathize with their plight."
"The so-called chosen people." Cesare laughs.
"Once more in search of a home. They clamor to get into our state. And they offer to pay—handsomely."
"That will make Contessina happy, after spending the money on Pinturicchio. There will be objections."
"Well, there always are. But I want my papacy to be like Joseph's coat of many colors. And Jesus Christ, our Savior, was, after all, a Jew."
"He was also killed by Jews, Father." Juan interrupted with an incredulous look on his face.
"Are you sure? I thought he was crucified by Romans." The Pope looks at his sons, before all three burst with laughter.
Della Rovere Palazzo
Cesare walks the palazzo, Micheletto trailing behind him. The papal guards are ransacking it, taking the various items for the Vatican. Cesare stops one of the pages carrying candlesticks.
"See they are installed in my mother's villa. Any financial books taken to the Lady Medici; I would have her make sense of them." They pass more servants carrying treasures, and Cesare laughs. "Whatever one could say about the cardinal's politics, there is no questioning his good taste."
"He has arrived in Naples, my lord." Cesare pulls his aside to not be overheard.
"My father had a quaint turn of phrase: he expressed a wish that the cardinal's collar might be replaced."
"If he was to see my face, he would flee the city."
"Well, stay in the shadows, then. Isn't that where you are happiest? I am embarrassed to admit I've never seen a garrote."
"It is just a cheese cutter, my lord."
"You must show me." They walk into the kitchen, Micheletto rifling through the drawers before finding one. A watermelon sits on the table as he approaches it, twining the wire in his hands. He wraps the wire around the watermelon, before swiftly pulling it taut. The watermelon falls apart, cleanly cut in half. Cesare laughs in disbelief before talking. "One almost feels pity for the melon." He quickly sucks the juice off his fingers before leaving.
Medici Palazzo
"What is all that noise?" Contessina asks before spotting several papal pages in her foyer. Each one carries a stack of books and are straining under the weight. One is carrying a chest, though what it is filled with she did not know.
"Here, place them there. And the chest there. Now, tell me what all this is for I did not order anything." Contessina says placing her hands on her hips. She could recall any purchases so she knows she did not buy these things.
"Gifts from His Grace, Lord Cesare my lady. These ledgers are the books of Cardinal Della Rovere. He would ask on the Pope's behalf that you look over them. And the chest is a gift my lady. For your service to His Holiness." The guard escorting them states. Her eyes widen in surprise. Della Rovere's ledgers! She will have to get started on them soon, there is a least two stacks of them! She tips them all generously, sending them on her way. She opens one up, beginning right away.
"Anna!" Her maid, Anna, enters the room. Since leaving Florence with her lady, Anna has been closer than ever to her mistress, never failing in her duties. Contessina smiles at her, thankful for all that she has done. "Open that chest for me, will you? I must get started on these ledgers."
"Of course, my lady." As she opens the chest, she lets out a large gasp of disbelief. "My lady, come see this!" Contessina rises and walks over to her. She is taken aback by what she sees. Piles of gold ornament fill the chest, some decorative but mostly golden coins. She shakes her head, wondering why on earth Cesare gave this to her. This is too much. But it would serve her well. Contessina turns to Anna.
"Have all the decorations set up around the palazzo, then divide the coins into halves. Send one half to the bank for future investments, and the other to our various holdings around the city. I am sure some extra pay will benefit us somehow. After that, take this missive to Cesare Borgia, and only to him. Take a knife with you just to be safe." Anna nods, then leaves to go about her duties. Contessina heads back to the books determined to make headway and see how this information will help her and the Pope.
The Vatican
Cesare stands on a platform, getting fitted for his crimson cardinal robes. The cloth feels heavy, and the burden of this undesired office even heavier. The Pope walks by, then stands in the doorway.
"My beloved son."
"Father."
"Crimson is a color that suits you."
"Thank you."
"But you regard this elevation as a burden. You will be made cardinal tomorrow. And you must beware that sin St. Isadore calls the greatest of all, which only the Pope can forgive."
"I believe it is called despair, Father."
"You must never, ever despair. Embrace me, Cesare. Forgive my ambitions for you. But they have been such since the day you were born. Had I not embraced a career in the church, then perhaps things would have been different. You are my eldest son. It is your destiny to follow in my footsteps. Tell me you accept this calling." The Pope pleads with his son. Cesare feels the despair sink into his bones, knowing he cannot say no but wishing with all his might that he could deny his so-called destiny.
"I accept." The Pope kisses Cesare forehead, relief, and tears in his eyes. He leaves Cesare alone calling the tailor back in. As the tailor begins to work, another knock strikes the door. Cesare sighs, already tired of this day.
"What now?!" He turns to see a maid, a familiar maid. He cannot seem to place her in his mind.
"A letter for you, lord Borgia. From my lady, Contessina de Medici." She bows briefly before handing him the note. As he pries open the seal, he wonders what cause she had to write him about.
My Lord Cesare,
How much of a present and burden you have sent me! While grateful for the cardinal's accounts, I gather you did not intend for me to have two stacks of ledgers to peruse through! But I shall see it done. The chest is a very much appreciated gift. My tenants and I welcome the added income, though why you gifted me it I cannot tell. As far as I can tell, I have done nothing to deserve it other than the duty I have taken upon myself, and I am being well paid as it is. But I cannot complain because it allows my tenants more money for food and other essentials. So, on behalf of them, thank you my lord. If you wish to discuss further on the cardinal's accounts, I prefer to do it in person for security's sake. Please send a missive back with my maid Anna. She has been told to deliver it straight to me if you take the time to write.
With respect,
Contessina de Medici
Cesare smiles, thinking about how humble she is. Always looking out for others, especially in the interest of herself. He quickly writes back, handing it back to Anna. But before she leaves, he asks her a question.
"What makes you so loyal to her?" Anna turns back around, smiling.
"I owe my life to her, my lord. She is the epitome of grace and kindness for those who are loyal to her. So, I will stand by her side until she sends me away." Anna bows before exiting, taking his words to Contessina. How kind she is to people who do not expect it and gains their love and loyalty in return. Perhaps that is what draws him to her, like a moth to a flame.
Medici Palazzo
"My lady, I have returned." Anna says as she heads into her lady's office. Her lady has already gone through three ledgers in the time she has been gone. Her hair is mussed from running her hands through it. She looks up as Anna enters and smiles.
"Oh! And did his lordship respond?"
"He did my lady. Here is the letter." Anna hands the letter, the bull on front in striking red. She opens the letter and begins to read.
My Lady Medici,
Thank you for your kind words of thanks. I'm sure that your tenants are very blessed indeed to have such a generous landlord. The chest was my personal gift to you in service to my family. You have been exceptionally kind to my sister, who I love most dearly. As for the ledgers, take your time, I merely trusted only you to look over them. It would very much please my father and I if you would be there for my swearing in as cardinal. Your presence would soothe my soul to have such a graceful lady be present for it. I hope to see you there tomorrow.
With admiration,
Cesare Borgia
"Well, it seems that I will be going to the Vatican tomorrow." She smiles at Anna, tell her to get a dress ready for tomorrow.
The Vatican
The procession of the new thirteen cardinals begins choir music filling the air. The line is long, and Contessina can see Cesare towards the end. His figure is striking in red, as he kneels before his father, kissing first his feet, then his ring. As he stands beside his brother cardinals, she can see this look of resolution. It seems sad on his face. His eyes flit about the crowd before finding hers. The corners of his lips seem to twitch up in a smile before the ceremony continues. All the new cardinals lay upon the floor as the Pope begins to speak.
"It is red, as a sign of the dignity of the order of cardinals, signifying that you are ready to act with fortitude. Red, as a sign that you are willing to spill your blood for the increase of the Christian faith, into which you have all been baptized. Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus, Pater, et Filius, et Spiritus Sanctus. Arise, our brother cardinals." The cardinals rise, raising their hands in prayer to join the Pope. The ceremony ends as the Pope finishes the prayer, the people milling about until the cardinals begin to leave. As Contessina moves to the door, a voice whispers in her ear.
"Meet me at my mother's house please?" She turns to see Cesare standing behind her.
"Of course, Your Eminence." And with that, they part ways for a few hours until the time comes for Contessina to head to the Borgia Palazzo.
Borgia Palazzo
Contessina and Cesare are simply enjoying each other's company, reading books until Micheletto walks into. Cesare puts down his book, and walks to his dovecote, Micheletto following him. They exchange a few hushed words until Contessina hears Cesare's voice rise.
"So, you failed. Is that a first?"
"Success in these matters is never a given, my lord."
"Should I forfeit my trust in you, then?"
"It was a public bath, my lord."
"I am Your Eminence now. Have you not noticed?"
"Your Eminence, it was a public bath. I disguised my face, but it was the wounds on my back that betrayed me."
"Ah. Goodness and probity make worthy adversaries, do they not?"
"This cardinal seems immune to corruption."
"We should have him followed, then. By someone other than you."
"Everything can be arranged, Your Eminence."
"And I would bet that he will head to Florence." They both turn their heads to Contessina walking towards them, a grim look on her face. "The Mad Friar Savonarola has been preaching the supposed licentiousness of your father since he was chosen. Della Rovere will seek like-minded individuals now since he did not receive support from Naples. Even if you did get found out Micheletto, since Della Rovere left Naples, then the prince decided not to give him support. But Savonarola will undoubtedly give him support. And he may even visit my brother while he's there."
"I thought your brother was useless." Cesare interjects.
"He is, but the fact that his name is Medici gives him enough power that he and Savonarola are at a stalemate but not for long. Savonarola's followers are growing by the day. But my brother's advisor, Machiavelli is a smart man. He suggests things, and my brother follows his suggestions. So, Machiavelli will think ahead but only for so long. Savonarola is growing much too powerful and sometime soon, the papacy may have to intervene." Cesare nods, seeing the logic in her words. He turns to Micheletto.
"Right, have him followed and if goes to Florence, have him extremely followed. And no more cheese cutting—for the time at least. And no more scandal." With a nod, Micheletto leaves to find a new person for the job. Cesare turns to her and takes her hands with the utmost care. "My dear, while I have enjoy our time reading and planning various political deeds, I must leave to visit my father." She smiles at him, happy that he is so close.
"Your Eminence, you are now a remarkably busy man. I cannot expect you to make time for me like this." She looks at her feet, feeling shame for the fact that she desires this man of the cloth. A finger tilts her chin back up, and she looks into his eyes."
"My dear lady, I will always find time for you. But for now, I must go. Goodbye for now my lady."
"Goodbye Your Eminence." They part at the door, her heading to her home, while he heads to the Vatican.
The Vatican
Cesare sweeps through the halls of the Vatican, his new crimson robes flowing behind him. He reaches his father's rooms, encountering his father and La Bella Farnese in an embrace. She leaves his arms and turns to go before his father stops her.
"No, stay awhile. Please. We would have your advice on a matter."
"Of state?" Cesare interrupts with a bewildered face.
"Perhaps. The Sultan of Constantinople has requested that we welcome his half-brother, Djem, into our care."
"As hostage?" Cesare asks.
"Well, as foster. It would remove him as a threat to the Ottoman succession. Now, he would pay us forty thousand ducats every year for the privilege. God knows, we need the cash. I would have your advice, madame."
"He's a heathen." She states.
"Well, he's a musselman. He prays to Allah."
"What did Contessina think of this possible investment?" Cesare asks of his father.
"She said that while moneywise it is a good investment, I should decide the factor of faith before making a decision. And she is not wrong so now I ask another opinion."
"You would invite heathens to Rome?" Giulia asks the Pope.
"My father has invited the Spanish Jews to Rome. He wants to amaze the Christian world. He sees his papacy as a coat of many colors." Cesare says as he walks around the room.
"Well, we are all human, are we not? Under the same God?"
"Well, there are many who would disagree with that thesis." Giulia says, hinting that many in the city would not be pleased by this decision.
"But the Pope is not one of them." He says, frankly. Hours pass before the Pope is in the presentation room, waiting for the introduction to begin. The Ottoman procession is unique in its colors and clothing. All the men have turbans wrapped around their hair. Cesare could see the prince standing off to the side of the announcer.
"The great Sultan Bayezid II presents his brother, Djem, to be Ambassador to the Court of the Pope of Rome. He hopes his presence and the great Pope's protection will lead to concord between their peoples, to a mutual treaty of protection from their enemies. Mohammed and your Jesus Christ were brothers, after all. Why should we not be?"
"Why not, indeed?" And with that final word, Djem was allowed in Rome. Contessina was not at the presentation but a few days later, she was invited to a hunt with the prince and the Pope's family. She and Lucrezia waited at the tent for the men, talking and laughing all the time. They soon heard thunderous hooves upon the ground, turning around to see the entourage approaching. Both Contessina and Lucrezia stand and walk over to greet them with Lucrezia going to Djem while Contessina goes to Cesare. They sit down listening to Djem tell Lucrezia of his homeland.
"A stag is easy pickings. Where I grew up on the Persian foothills, the white tiger was our prey."
"Do tigers come in white?" Lucrezia asks with wonder lining her face.
"In all colors, my lady—white, yellow, brown. Why I have even heard of tigers striped."
"Striped? Never."
"I killed one with my bare hands." The Borgia family smiles at the tale, Lucrezia even more entranced by the man.
"Have you seen a unicorn?"
"I have spoken with them."
"What language do they speak?"
"It is in a meter known only to Allah." They all laugh as they begin to eat. Djem and Lucrezia continue to speak in fairytales while Contessina leans over to speak to Cesare.
"It is nice that he indulges her. Her innocence is rare and should be preserved while it can." Cesare frowns at those last words.
"You think she would lose her spark? Surely it cannot be lost so easily."
"When she marries her world will change and depending on what man she marries she could very well become a different woman. Because that is what she will be, a woman."
"Are you so jaded my lady? That you think innocence so easily cast aside?"
"I am jaded because I have to be. I must look out for myself because no one else will. It's just me." She puts on a depreciating smile, like she is the butt of a bad joke but not to him. She is everything and more.
"I will look out for you. I know you do it yourself, but you do not have to. I will be there as long as you wish my to be my lady." She smiles genuinely this time.
"Bold words, Your Eminence. I could not stop you if I tried." They both chuckle softly. Eventually the group departs and goes their separate ways for the time being.
Borgia Palazzo
The three of them, being Djem, Lucrezia, and Contessina, were playing cricket in the bright rays of the sun. They all laugh before Lucrezia speaks.
"Have you heard the news, Djem?"
"There is so much news, my little one. The news seems to change by the hour in Rome."
"My news."
"You have news?"
"I am to be married."
"Oh, my dear."
"Have you been married?"
"I have taken four women to wife."
"Four? Where are they now?"
"In the seraglio of Topkaki Palace, Constantinople."
"How many wives can you have?"
"As many as Allah sees fit to provide. As to concubines, an infinite number."
"What is the difference, Djem, between wife and concubine?"
"No difference, really. Ah, you can beat a wife, but not kill her."
"You can kill a concubine?"
"If she displeases you. You can kill a wife too, but the displeasure must be grave." Djem says these things as normal as the sun in the sky. Meanwhile the two girls look to each other horrified. Lucrezia looks back to Djem, a serious look on her otherwise youthful face.
"I will not be beaten, Djem."
"Nor will I. I have my life under men who have abused me and taken advantage of my mind. The only man I will ever marry will be one who sees me as an equal, as I will take nothing less than that." Contessina proclaims with a furious look on her face, feeling the injustice of thousands of women under the Ottoman empire. Djem looks startled, likely realizing he scared the ladies.
"No. You are the Pope's daughter, and you are a lady of remarkable courage. You are the most beautiful treasures this Vatican contains. If a husband tries to beat you, I, Djem, will strangle him with my bare hands." Contessina laughs at this.
"Well, Djem, you might have to fight her brothers for the pleasure. They are most protective of her. And rightfully so." Lucrezia smiles at her friend, happiness flushing her cheeks.
"And Cesare shall most definitely come to your defense, Contessina. He holds you in great esteem." Contessina blushes, looking at the ground in embarrassment.
"I have not done anything to earn such high esteem from the cardinal." Djem laughs at this.
"From what I can see, my lady, your poise and grace is warrant enough."
"I thank you for the compliment Djem. Now I must leave you to attend to some business. Good day, the both of you." Contessina leaves with a bow, heading to the Vatican to discuss Lucrezia's marriage proposals.
The Vatican
Cesare is at a desk looking over the various prospects. His father then walks in with more papers.
"We are awash with suitors."
"Is this good news?" Contessina then walks in, flushed from walking quickly.
"I am here, sorry to keep you waiting." The Pope waves her off, not being concerned about punctuality.
"Well, only four suitors are remotely suitable."
"So few?" Cesare despairs for his sister's outlook.
"Every prince in Christendom wants to make suit. But of the Italians—and I think you'll both agree—only an Italian makes strategic sense."
"Colonna. Sforza." Cesare lists off two names.
"Medici. D'Este. My brother presented a suit?" Contessina asks, not believe the audacity of Piero. Cesare nods a bit before speaking.
"I believe it is for your younger brother." Contessina laughs in disbelief.
"While Giuliano and Lucrezia would make a fine love match, you are not looking for love, you're looking for money and protection. So not my family."
"What of Alfonso of Naples?" Cesare calls out to his father.
"Oh, he would be ideal. But both France and Spain lay claim to the Kingdom of Naples, and the might of each eclipse that of all of Italy. We must keep those options open—for now." The Pope walks away, leaving Contessina and Cesare to discuss the marriage options.
"What do you think?" Cesare asks Contessina.
"Of the families? Sforza but I loathe to speak it."
"Why?"
"Personal and political. Caterina Sforza caused some strife to my family because of her husbands' involvement in the Pazzi conspiracy, but she is considered the unspoken head of the family. She'll most likely suggest her cousin, Giovanni, lord of Pesaro. I've heard nothing of him but ill whisperings."
"Such as?"
"He beats his servants, but plenty of lords do that so I cannot say much on his character. But he is also several decades older than Lucrezia and matches like that are seldom happy."
"My father needs the protection though."
"Is he willing to sacrifice his daughter for it though? And Caterina might not even agree to the match, she has a habit of turning the tables often enough." Cesare sighs in frustration, a headache beginning to bloom. He looks over the papers one last time before turning to Contessina.
"We will leave it for now, he can at least meet all the suits before thinking it further. He also wishes for you to be present while the suitors come forth."
"Very well, I must head home then. I will see you sometime soon, Your Eminence. Until the next time we meet."
"Goodbye dearest lady." Contessina leaves the Vatican, but both have smiles on their face merely from each other's presence. Cesare gathers his things before heading home for now.
Borgia Palazzo
As the sweltering sun pounds down upon them, Djem and Juan are sparring quite vigorously. Their swords ring with each smack, and their competitive laughter fills the courtyard. As they continue to spar, Cesare talks with his father.
"Seems like Juan has found a brother." The Pope commented.
"Did he not already have one?"
"Oh, indeed, but—how should I put it? A brother in arms!" The Pope laughs as Djem finally disarms Juan, clapping at the feat. The Pope waves them on. "More!" The boy continue further while Cesare speaks.
"Forty thousand ducats."
"If he lives."
"What?"
"If he dies, and his body is delivered to his brother, who hates and fears him, four hundred thousand."
"You would never."
"No! It would be unthinkable. We swore to be his protection. I'm just telling you the request was made." The Pope walks away, departing for the Vatican for the first of the suitors. Cesare ponders the implication of Djem dying. Lucrezia would be devastated but the money issue would disappear. But Lucrezia happiness reigns in his mind more than anything else. No, Djem must stay safe.
The Vatican
Contessina lies in wait with Lucrezia, hidden from the visiting suitors. Lucrezia is nervous, visibly shifting in her chair. Her eyes flit about before settling on Contessina. Contessina nods showing her support, but she cannot move from her position, the Pope requesting she remain out of sight but able to hear every word uttered. She hears the footsteps of the Pope, and motions to Lucrezia to sit up straight. Contessina suddenly hears a voice talking to His Holiness.
"Sforza. Borgia." Ah, the Tigress of Forli. Contessina had hoped she would come out from behind her walls. "If our families were to unite, central Italy would be secure, and our cousin, Ludovico Sforza of Milan, has pledged to ally with our interests." Contessina sees Lucrezia move and smiles, presumably at her father. "Your Holiness has requested a meeting with Giovanni Sforza, Lord of Pesaro. He will understand how impossible that is, without an agreement on a dowry." Contessina is surprised and yet, not. The audacity of Caterina Sforza is known far and wide, given her temper. Contessina can tell how surprised the Pope is.
"A dowry. But of course."
"The Sforza family needs substantial funds to re-equip its armies for the coming storm." Caterina finishes before taking her leave, the nest suitor coming in. A portly man with an annoying voice begins to speak.
"My brother Meliaduse was Abbot of Pomposa. His mother was a Medici you know. Yes, he died back in '52. But you will remember my sister, Ginevra? She married Pandolfo Malatesta of Rimini. Or was that Luzia?" This man was outrageous in the fact he was so boring. Eventually Djem joined the two ladies in the side part to take part in the viewings. Next was Cardinal Colonna, and his nephew's suit. Or should Contessina say, lack of suit.
"Union with my nephew might strengthen the boundless love between the families of Colonna and Borgia." But unfortunately, Colonna's nephew seems more interested in the companies of men more than he would Lucrezia. The cardinal hurried out of the room, embarrassed by his nephew. The next was a prince, though what exactly type of prince he was, Contessina could not tell from the twitching alone.
"There is no barrier to his succession. The prince, his elder brother, is confined to a madhouse." Moments pass as the prince continues to twitch before Contessina hears the Pope say something.
"Perhaps it runs in the family." The next suit is the Venetian envoy. How overly adorned they are. The mans striped doublet is atrocious, but the suitor himself? He is only nine years old!
"Our Venetian ships plow the oceans from here to the Orient. Rome could benefit from a navy off the coast of Ostia." The Pope seems to agree before saying one thing.
"Yes, but he is somewhat young?" The envoy looks over to see Lucrezia and the boy dancing, for he really a little boy. They continue to dance with Contessina watching over them, Djem hiding in the back behind them. Lucrezia giggles before commenting.
"I think he's deaf. Are you deaf?" The keep dancing until Djem takes her other hand, pulling her away.
"Dance with me, then." They dance for several moments, their eyes staying connected the entire time. As the visitations come to an end, Djem departs. Lucrezia, Contessina, and Cesare witness the suitors leave, and the Lucrezia turns around to face them both.
"Do I have to marry, Cesare? Contessina?"
"No. You can take the cloth like me. You can become a nun. We'll live in sanctity and prayer, like Abelard and Eloise."
"Did they love each other?"
"With a love as pure and all-consuming as the love of God." Cesare says with a smile before Contessina interrupts.
"And also to their detriment. They only took holy orders because of Eloise's uncle, who castrated Abelard. As pure as their love was, it was also filled with tragedy. Any love can be like that Lucrezia. You must find the one that set your heart on fire and calms it down in breath. And by ready to stand by that love no matter what."
"Do you think my husband will be my love?"
"I do not know, I hope so. You are my dearest friend and I wish you all the happiness in the world."
"I do not need all the happiness; I would save some for you and Cesare. So, I suppose I will become a nun. For I will never love a husband as I love you, Cesare, Contessina." The cardinal has a grave look on his face before he opens his mouth.
"I am afraid, dear sis, that the Pope does not ask you to love your future husband; merely to marry him."
"So, love and marriage, are they incompatible?"
"No, But I have been told that one does not imply the other."
"Is that not sad, Cesare?"
"Most things in life prove to be sad, Sis. Again, I have been told."
"My mother and father, were not in love, not in the beginning." The two siblings look to Contessina, who has a sad smile upon her face. "When my father first met her, he promise to cherish and never humiliate her. But upon arriving in Florence, she discovered he had a well-known mistress. She was ashamed for believing in his words, so she performed her duties to the bare minimum. My father was so distraught one night that as she comforted him, he realized what he had done, and swore never to be unfaithful again. When she died, she took his heart with her. He lingered for years until his death. So, love is not always easy Lucrezia. It is full of hardships no matter who you choose to be with. You just have to find the one with whom you wish to walk through hardship with." Contessina finishes, tears streaming down her face as she recalls her parents last days. The siblings embrace her, holding her close. The two Borgias never had heard the tale of Lorenzo and Clarice, and it was very bittersweet to them. With the prospect of a husband, Lucrezia, ever curious, continues to ask questions.
"And if my husband proves ungallant?" She inquires, and the cardinal and the banker sigh before Cesare speaks.
"I shall cut out his heart with a dinner knife and serve it to you." Cesare swears to his sister.
"I shall see that he is hanged from battlements, his chest still open from Cesare's work my dear friend." Contessina says viciously, surprising Cesare.
"And what do you know of hanging, little one?"
"Ever heard of the Pazzi?" The two of them swear that they both will try to preserve Lucrezia's innocence for as long as possible. The embrace breaks apart, as papal guards come to escort Lucrezia home. "Now, your brother and I must go to your father, we have things to discuss. I will see you soon, I promise." And with that parting word, Lucrezia leaves. As Contessina begins to move to the Pope's chambers, Cesare grabs her arm and pull her to the side. She is pinned by his arms and his stare, his eyes filled with both surprise and caution.
"You would risk your life for my family's?"
"I expect the same in return. For I care deeply for all of you. My own family is fractured, and no matter how dysfunctional this papal family is, it is a family, nonetheless. We are both apart of something bigger now. So, I swear to you, Cesare Borgia, that if you are by my side, I will not stray from yours. You have my loyalty, but I will have yours." Contessina says, pouring all her will and hope into her words. She no longer feels cautious around them, and maybe that is foolish but with them, she can reach her potential. All it takes is the assent of Cesare. He looks over her face for any chance of deceit but she is completely open, her honesty shining in her eyes. The sheer force of her conviction strikes low in his belly, the heat of it overwhelming. It makes his desire of her only increase. The way her eyes are alight with fire, her hands clenched at her side. Everything about her is so inspiring, so in a rare moment of religious clarity, he takes a leap of faith.
"My sword is yours. Your enemies are mine. I will come to your aid anytime you have need. I will stand beside you as we both emerge triumphant. I am loyal to you, and you are loyal to us. We will not forsake you; we will not cast you aside. You belong here with us so long as you want us. So, stand with my family, Contessina de Medici, for we will stand for you." The weight of the promise they both settles into their very beings because nothing can change it now. It is sealed. She stands with the Borgias. They both leave the alcove, heading towards the Pope's apartment. As they enter his room, His Holiness hears them and begins to speak.
"Sforza's the one."
"Your Holiness approves of him?" Cesare asks of his father.
"As you have informed us, Della Rovere has fled Naples, and is heading north."
"Of course. So, if Rome is united with the Sforza dynasty, Milan will close its doors to him if he seeks help there."
"That is the outcome we wish for."
"That may not be the outcome you get, Your Holiness." Contessina says, apprehension lining her face. "The Sforzas tend to play both sides until one clearly aligns with their interests. They may betray you later Your Holiness. Especially with Caterina Sforza at the helm. She is the linchpin. If she betrays you, she will not hesitate to side with your enemies." The Pope ponders her words, before nodding.
"I see your point my lady, but at this point we have little choice. Giovanni Sforza is the only one." As he turns to his son, his eyes show the political maneuverings in his head. "These things are never certain you two."
"And what of Lucrezia?" Cesare wonders how his sister will like her husband if he is even likeable.
"Sforza is personable—not unlike your brother. And her mother approves."
"Must I ask again, Your Holiness?" Cesare walks around his father to face him head on. "What of Lucrezia? Her feelings?"
"You will not ask again. You know the nature of these arrangements." Cesare sighs, before motioning to Contessina that it is time to leave. As he walks away, the Pope stops him. "That heathen outstays his welcome."
"How?"
"You have seen him dancing with Lucrezia."
"So? Send him home."
"We can ill afford to. There is the matter of a dowry." Cesare nods before leaving with Contessina. As they stride through the halls of the Vatican, Juan's voice comes from behind him.
"That manservant of yours, Cesare."
"Micheletto?"
"I'd borrow him awhile."
"You need his services?"
"For a day or two." Cesare stops walking as the situation dawns on him. Contessina contemplates the idea of murder, and the sin that comes with it.
"Is our father that short of funds?"
"He must raise a dowry for our sister's betrothal." Cesare looks to Contessina, the question in his eyes.
"Can he not borrow from you?"
"Even if he did, he would not be able to pay it back. I could extend as long as possible but eventually my brother would notice, and takeover and I would not be able to do anything." Juan gives a smug smile.
"Four hundred thousand ducats is hard to come by."
"So, you need my Micheletto. But you shall not have him."
"You have a soft spot for heathens?"
"Maybe. And our sister loves Djem. She would miss him at her wedding."
"There are others of Micheletto's kind in Rome."
"Find one, if you can. But spare me the details." With the last word, he and Contessina depart. They eventually separate as a servant comes to the cardinal with a private confession request. As he leaves for the confessional, he kisses Contessina on the head before wishing her well. She leaves the Vatican to join Lucrezia at her house.
As Cesare enters the confessional, tired of the scheming and plotting, he is very annoyed.
"A request was made for a private confession?"
"It is true I made the request, though I know little of the rite." Djem, how fate seems to taunt Cesare, what with his family planning to kill Djem. "It is indeed me, Cardinal Borgia. And I have one thing to confess."
"And what would that be?"
"I wish to become a Christian."
"Why, my dear brother?"
"Because of the kindness you Christians have shown to me. I have found peace in this Rome of yours. I have been reading the gospels, the words of St. Matthew. "See how these Christians love one another." I would gladly embrace a religion of such clarity."
"You might find, dear Djem, that we are not always so kind." And with that last word, Djem leaves. Cesare exits the confessional, the dread pooling in his stomach. Oh, how he hates this capricious day.
Contessina and Giulia are in Lucrezia's rooms, helping her get fitted for her engagement gown. Giulia is huffing about, flinging white fabric everywhere.
"White is so dull." Lucrezia smiles at Giulia's antics.
"But surely a wedding dress should be white?"
"This dress is for your betrothal, my love. And given the size of your dowry, it should be of solid gold." All three of them laugh before Contessina and Lucrezia leave heading to the courtyard. Djem appears, taking Lucrezia's hand before covering her eyes. As he leads her to the entrance, Contessina hears music and as Djem takes his hands away from Lucrezia's eyes, she sees a grand tent, with peacocks and musicians. As Lucrezia heads to the tent, Djem begins to speak.
"I wanted, my dear Lucrezia, to give you a taste of my homeland. Before the Lord Sforza plucks you forever from my view. Please, brothers, sit. Moussa, thali! Food."
"It's beautiful Djem. How do I eat it?"
"With your fingers. Like this." All of them begin to eat except for Juan, who is fidgeting. "I also wanted to thank the four of you for your kindness towards me."
"Are you leaving us soon?" Cesare asks the prince.
"Oh, by the heavens, no. I dread the day I have to leave the bosom of your kindness. Our ways at the Court of the Sultan can be cruel beyond your imaginations."
"I have a good imagination."
"My brother's predecessor had the eyes of all of his male relatives plucked out and brought to him on a silver platter. Twenty-two of them."
"That's fourty-four eyes. Why on earth?" Lucrezia asks with a disbelieving look on her face.
"Because one who is blind could never take his place."
"Clever." Juan remarks with an amused smile.
"So, to be among Christian souls, among the bosom of a family such as yours, is fortune indeed."
"I'll drink to that." Juan raises his glass in toast, Djem following him. As they all drink from their glasses, Contessina notices that Juan looks particularly satisfied. Cesare invites Djem to a game involving a ball, so they stand and make their way over to the grass. Contessina notices Djem start to sway a bit. As Djem tosses a ball, he makes a comment.
"Your air is…" Djem does not finish his words, collapsing against Cesare, blood on his crimson robes. "Forgive me, Cardinal. I have ruined your attire." Falling to the ground groaning in pain, the guards carry Djem away to his chambers. In the hours that pass, his screams could be heard around the Vatican. As Cesare paces outside his room, Contessina and Juan stand by, hoping that this would be solved quickly. Cesare suddenly pushes Juan to the wall.
"You hired an amateur!" Juan pushes back, not so easily cowed.
"You forbade me your professional."
"You need lesson in killing?" As Cesare enters Djem room, Contessina pulls aside Cassio, telling him to meet Micheletto in the kitchens. As he leaves, Cesare and Juan emerge from the room. "Come, my brother. We must speak with the professionals." The three of them head to the kitchens, Micheletto, Cassio, and the amateur already there. As they settle into the room, Micheletto speaks.
"Cantarella."
"Mixed in with his sugar, my lord." The boy says. Cassio begins to laugh incredulously.
"Who recommended such a thing?" Micheletto asks. Juan jumps forward to prove himself.
"The blackamoor makes his food. He mixes the sugar with his tea. There was no other way." Cassio interrupts as Juan says this.
"Then he will be in agony for weeks, if his body does not break down tonight." Cesare sighs before speaking.
"Micheletto, take the boy out of here. Somewhere safe." Micheletto nods, leading the amateur away. Cassio follows after Contessina nods. After they leave, Contessina and Cesare walk over to Juan. Cesare lays his hand on Juan shoulder. "And you, my dear brother. You must finish what you started. I will clear the corridor of the guards." As they walk back to Djem, Cesare pulls Contessina aside. As he holds her arms, he sees that she is trembling. "Go home Contessina, do not let this night haunt you." She nods her assent, and meeting up with Cassio, goes home. She later learns from Cesare that Juan smothered Djem with a pillow. The Sultan did send the ducats to the Vatican coffers, along with a little extra. All this tragedy for money. Contessina just hopes that this will end well for the Borgias and her.