Round 4. The Undoing of Masks: Tricks, Traps, and Terrible Truths

Back in Venice, things seem to be looking up with the promise of the arrival of the Easter holiday in the air. Kitchens are bustling with activity preparing for the upcoming feast on Sunday, while you are most likely preparing a list of people you will grace with a small token of your affection (pastries, coloured and decorated eggs, or such small, ornate, decorated things).

You have a few days to gather things and acquire enough golden bows, flowers and colourful fabrics to wrap all the pastries, books, trinkets and whatnots you have purchased for anyone who you find important in your life. This part is left here in case you have things left unsaid or unwritten (letters can be posted, yes) and you wish to tie some loose ends after the departure we had from the Villa.

Holy Saturday, or Sabato Santo, means a time of devotion and reflection. For the majority, that is, as the morning is still a chance to take a stroll around Venice, enjoy the sun, and perhaps buy or create a few extra decorative bows to wrap your presents into. Of course, it gives a wonderful chance to soak up those rays of the sun or perhaps sample a chalice of roasted coffee and catch up on a conversation or two while you are there. Naturally, in the evening you will attend a private dinner with your family and prepare to attend the Easter Mass with the rest of the Venice. 

Bright and early on Sunday, you will attend the first Easter mass at St. Mark's Basilica led by Cardinal Orsini with a procession of people leading the procession to the Basilica. It features what seems to be a well-rehearsed sermon touching all the topics relevant to a pious Christian life: love for the good, love for our closest and love for thyself, all delicately wrapped in the promise of God's love and mercy. Whatever reputation Orsini might have, one cannot deny he speaks poetically, even of the things he does not seem to believe. After the mass, exchanging some pleasantries and whatnot, you are going into the social calls of the day - exchanging those small tokens of affection you have prepared. It might feel like it's been an hour or so, but you are still preparing for the grand Easter feast and surprisingly, your family will get invited to attend the one hosted by Doge himself.

The dinner is rather a private affair, there aren't many families in attendance, so you will be able to socialize in a more calm setting and have actual conversations. 
The list of invitees is short but nice. Duce and Duscessa Farnese will attend with their son, Bastiano. Marchese and Marchesa di Savona will attend with the company of Cesare's cousin Fleurance. Conte d’Aquilano will attend with his wife. Barone and Baronessa di Villanova will attend, with their son Domenico. Conte and Contessa Cornaro will attend with their children present. Duchessa consorte di Modena e Reggio will also be present.
Yes, a few people are missing from the list, you will still be able to see them before or after the dinner.

While the tensions seem to be there between the host families, by the time the orchestra is called out, the wine has done its magic, and the air seems lighter. Not a word is spoken about the wedding that never was, mainly because no one wishes to get on the bad side of Doge. Yet, there are chats about marriage happening, perhaps not the ones you might expect.

You can end your round here, or extend it to the end of the day itself.

Requirements for the round.
・Name. Interests.
・Story, and focus on your relationships - especially their finishlines and where you wish them to go. 
・Outfit for Easter, make sure you wear your finest attire. 

Lady Fleurance de Châtillon Duchess of Beaupréau

one

“I’ve been told you are pouting,” Olympia slinks between the door and frame the same way a cat would.

“Maids—“ Fleur rolled her eyes and looked out the window on which she was perched. - “Not pouting, just thinking,” she thinks of her estate, dead husband and the prospect of remarrying. The latter had just sunk in after she informed Cesare last night out loud, it sunk in that she was a window and her former husband wouldn’t just show up one evening on the doorstep.

“Whichever the case is,” Pia threw her hands up in the air and leaned over towards the vanity mirror, - “don’t frown it will give you wrinkles.” Uncertainty grew to whoever was more vain Fleur or Pia. - “So tell me what’s on your mind,” the woman pushed a lipstick on the table while speaking.

“France— going back to the estate.”

“And you’ve got many eligible, good and prosperous lords waiting there for a hand in marriage?” Pia flopped onto the vanity chair, a pink lipstick dangling between her fingers.

“No.”

“Then stop being stupid. Cesare can have the estate sold for you,” the woman leaned into the mirror dotting the lipstick onto her lips.

“I’ll keep it until I remarry. For safety,” she glanced over at Pia who was glowing more than usual that morning.

“He’ll ask—“

“If he will or won’t doesn’t matter, I have more prospects here in the company of Cesare,” she waved the idea away like a fly on a horse.

“The cards don’t lie,” Pia caught her eyes sternly before breaking into a playful smile.

“Human behavior doesn’t lie either,” she swings her legs down onto the floor, - “with the company he keeps he’s not squeaky clean. Which means if he wanted to he would.”

“Being respectful shouldn’t have a bad reputation. Get out of your head. Actually get dressed and come out with me. I have some last minute errands,” Pia gave no room for answer as she walked out with a hand in the air.

Two swans intertwine their paths, gracefully drifting in between each other. She’d heard once that they mate for life. Once one passed away the other one perished from a broken heart. Fleurance had come to terms with her own grief and guilt a long time ago though it still stinged. It was the sting of having a privilege and all she had done was burn herself. Fleur looked over at the man next to her but he didn’t look like the sun, her eyes didn’t scorch and her skin wasn’t bubbling. No, his presence was the lightness of a feather.

“She knows too much,” Fleur looks over her shoulder at the fabric store to which Olympia had exited the scene. Which now felt like a set up of mastery only close to Shakespeare’s works.

“Intuition?” Bastiano offers calmly with a warm smile on his lips, - “Cesare as well when choosing to remarry her.”

“A fortunate affair.”

“Would you choose a similar path if the opportunity presented itself?” She blinks at his gravitas.

“The answer varies depending on who’s asking?” Her throat felt dry as she rubbed her wrist, he chuckled lightly and looked into her eyes. - “Yes I would—“ her eyebrows wrinkle as she licks her lips, - “are you certain?”

“Unmovable certainty.” It doesn’t surprise her when it came to his stature, actually she wasn’t sure why it caught her off guard.

two

”Well— well are you here to defeat death?”

“Fleurance,” Alexander’s face softens the way wax settled into a mask and a diplomatic smile formed on his face. His attire was impeccable with buttons shining to the heavens above, - “haven’t had the chance to see enough of you.”

“Happens when you are too busy watching a real life opera unfold,” she didn’t view it to be his place revealing the role of Leo’s fiancée and she imagined Olympia had the same idea.

“Not my show,” he raised his arms with a smile, - “simply here to deliver a Easter gift for my sister. I am not the snake in the garden.”

“Of course not. But you get further on loyalty than with hope.”

“And anywhere you’d like with resources,” Alexander smiled knowingly, - “I mean he hardly got burned, maybe a few blackened hair but does a lady not deserve to view a man’s true colors before marriage?”

“I don’t have the stomach to defend either, two wrongs don't make a right,” Fleur shrugged her shoulder with a hand on her hip.

“I like that,” Alexander nodded and stepped in from the front door underneath the archway, seemingly taking in the view. - “Planning an extended stay or going back to France soon?” He asked while moving a hand over a dark wooden pedestal.

“No plans, no obligations.”
“Perhaps that will change.”
“According to Pia’s cards, indeed,” Fleur remarked.

“The cards,” he clicked his tongue and chuckled. Olympia made her appearance on the stairwell with an indecipherable expression and sharpness to her steps. Though to be fair there was some form of softness that he’d come here before the mass. She always found investment of once time a form of affection.

“If it’s not a diamond on a silver platter I’ll simply be insulted,” Olympia greeted her brother but Fleur doubted the statement. Alexander’s previous glacial laughter melted.

Fleurance left the siblings to have their conversation in private. Cesare was found outside his office tinkering with a pair of golden cuff links. - “You look lovely,” the man commented as she approached.

“Runs in the family, nothing impressive.”

“Apparently to some it would seem otherwise,” he pointed out, lifting his gaze into her’s. This was Cesare, a striking man, one which most people thought twice about before answering. - “You’ve come to a decision?”

”I have,” she nodded, - “figured if I was alone there’d be no one to spoil me.”

“Glad to have moved you,” Cesare smiled and turned to look in the mirror, - “take it as an affirmative of remarrying?” She thinks he enjoyed a black and white world more than gray sometimes.

“It’s strange. Finding yourself starting over when you already promised someone else a lifetime,” not that he needs to answer she knows he knows.

“He’s a good man to place your affection with.”

three

Communication was an art of cadence, flow and accompanied body language. Somehow it was a second nature from early years of watching her parents socializing and they were both exceptionally skilled. Her father was a little rugged, with a long beard and a popping belly. But in contrast to a boyish rowdiness he was considerate. Mother was graceful, diplomatic and like Cesare respected. She could weave several conversations without breaking a sweat.

Fleurance is somewhere in the middle of a conversation which now accumulated to the point of a collective understanding of pious Christian life. Which she hates because it’s just a bunch of talk and all of them didn’t collectively agree but most people were too easy to convince. She felt his familiar presence before throwing a look over her shoulder. Bastiano smiled at her, silently with a wine glass in hand hovering a finger length behind her. Which she knew since it grazed against her own at one point before he shuffled an inch away.

“Hi,” he smiles casually as if her pulse isn’t a slowly incoming thunderstorm, - “got a moment?” As if he hadn’t patiently been waiting the fifteen minutes, silently, during the conversation.

“I do,” Bastiano placed his wineglass at a nearby table. Fleur thinks about what Casare said and she doesn’t think she would be so frightened if it meant nothing as he tugs her along. They slip out between a set of double doors, a breeze of blooming hyacinths ruffles her skirt. There’s a dangling lantern and the light catches his eyes as he turns to look out over the railing into the garden. Bastiano pressed at the seams, not a wrinkle, not a misstep to be made or so he probably wanted to be seen, she thinks to herself.

“Good mass,” a loose strand is brushed back as she approaches the lower deck railing, a smile creeps up on the corner of his mouth.

“Holier than Samuel the last judge of the Israelite,” she chuckled, an arm nudges his, as she leaned against the railing. - “I wanted to give you this,” they turned towards each other. There’s a leather bound book placed in her hands with the name Petrarch. Bastiano remains silent as she turns to the first page.

"For you to take, on your paths known and unknown." She reads out in a low voice, - “thank you Bastiano,” his name nearly sticks to her throat as if too molten-hot for her tongue to speak.

“Which I think—“ he places his fingers on the page, - “I think we’d have a prosperous path together.” She gently nudges his finger before they lock together.

“I think so too—“ Fleurance agreed at a loss for any other words and any more felt redundant. Their eyes lock as a rumbling laughter from inside breaks the moment.

“You are allowed to think about it,” Bastiano moves his hand back.

“No need,” she shakes her head as they move towards the doors again, he’s just one step behind her. - “I almost forgot—“ she turns as he’s leaned over to open the door for her and there’s an intangible moment between them. And then there’s not— there’s nothing at all between them, just a door against her back and all the air has disappeared from her lungs. There’s just him like a wave crashing. Fingers looped in between his curls and a burning hand sinking into her hip and another her back. There’s the lingering question of how long a person could go without coming up for air.

It stops. As the lantern bumps against the wall Bastiano pulls away, brushing his hair back with one hand. - “Don’t—” it’s laced with anger but devoid of air as her lungs fill for the first time in a minute. Rationally she knows they should stop as well when he pulls away. A wide grin cracks over his face, a hand brushes over his jacket.

“There’s time and there’ll be better places,” he replies but stops to lean down and kisses her softly once again. As if he’d read her mind.

four

“Come.” She waved rapidly towards Olympia as they’d returned to the house during the late hours of the evening.

“Now? Can it not wait?” The woman questioned with a quipped eyebrow.

“He proposed us to be married,” Fleur blurted out across the hallway, Olympia’s face softened and then blurred into a grin.

“Told you the cards—“

“Yeah, yeah it would have happened either way. Right now I need guidance and alcohol—“ Cesare’s presence interrupts whatever Pia was about to answer. He closes the door from which he came behind him and weighs the room with his gaze.

“He proposed marriage,” Olympia filled him in quicker than a maid could have, - “now she wants to celebrate with alcohol.”

“And guidance,” Fleur points out, striding down the hallway towards them.

“We can’t,” her cousin states plainly, - “we’re expecting,” he places a hand on Olympia’s hip and pulls her closer.

“Expecting what—“ it takes a second or a few more than it should, - “ahh right, right,” she nods, dazed. - “Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Olympia chuckles softly and swiftly grabs the girl’s arm underneath her own, - “you need to tell me all about it.”

“And you two don’t,” Fleur replies back with sincerity. They stay up exchanging gifts which proves Pia stuck to her cards as she reveals a beautiful ornate hairpin as well as white fabric.

Last edited by Mimira (09/11/2024 at 23:17)

Lady Lucrezia Gonzaga

Name:
Lady Lucrezia Gonzaga, Duchessa consorte di Modena e Reggio

Age: 24

FC: Anya Chalotra

Traits: Charming. Spoiled. Wild. Discreet when the situation calls for it. Ambitious. Flirty. Intelligent. Prideful. Sometimes a bit naïve. Doesn't always play by the rules. Impatient. Impulsive.

Bio:

Lucrezia has been spoiled in her upbringing as the oldest daughter of  Vincenzo Gonzaga, Duca di Mantova e di Monferrato and his second wife, Eleonora de' Medici. Since a young age, she has learned all about social rules and proper etiquette. As she grew older she realised that rules were meant to be broken occasionally... especially if it meant gaining an advantage for herself. Her charms and smiles are her favourite weapon and it isn't too hard to see that Lucrezia thinks highly of herself and her family.

It was Ferdinando's, her brother and the current Duca di Mantova e di Monferrato, decision that Lucrezia was to wed Francesco Este, Duca di Modena e Reggio only months after her 19th birthday. A man twice her age, recently widowed and already a father of four children... if not more if she thought of the rumours of his affairs to be true. There was no love between her and Francesco... in fact, he hardly paid attention to his young wife. Choosing to spend his time on the hunt, drinking or in the company of his mistresses.

Not that Lucrezia particularly minded as it allowed her to have more freedom. She used the time for her interests as she always enjoyed arts and music. She would travel around the ducato and find time to visit her family occasionally. With her husband still not showing interest in her, Lucrezia started to seek the beds of other men... enjoying the pleasure and thrill it brought to her life. Always being careful and discreet about any of her affairs and she didn't want to bring shame to her family name.

Lucrezia has been residing in Venice for less than a month now. She enjoys being quite far away from her husband... it means more freedom and a chance to make connections with interesting people. Lucrezia wants to enjoy herself and she is curious about what will happen during her stay.

Connections:

Lucrezia has heard the name of some of the important people in Venice... might even have seen them before but she hasn't had the time yet to make any real Connections.

Cred to Nina

In Venice, even Easter seems magical

Venice, forever enchanting

Arm linked with Olympia, Lucrezia strolled through the streets of Venice, lips curled into a smile while her moved from shop to shop.

"Someone's in a very good mood today." Olympia noted with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "I wonder what... or who might be the reason."

Lucrezia chuckled, "Who says that I need a reason to be in a good mood?" With a soft tug she lead Olympia to a shop, "Let's take a look... I'm still looking for fabrics for a new gown."

"Because I know you." Olympia pointed out casually, "And I have noticed things." She whispered.

Lucrezia's gaze drifted around the shop before she leaned closer, "Later... there is a little Café near the canal."

"So, am I right?"

"Yes and I really hate it right now." Lucrezia jested playfully, "So what do you think of this one?" She held up a dark blue fabric.

Olympia shook her head, "Not your color... what about that one?" She rummaged through the other fabrics before pulling out a lovely shade of dark green, "What is the occassion?"

"Very lovely. It would also suit you well."  Lucrezia smiled softly as her fingers brushed over the fabric, "Do I need one? A woman can ever own too many gowns." She added with a wink.

"True." Olympia chuckled, "And there will be plenty of occasions for you to wear them."

Lucrezia's smile dropped and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, "There will be but likely not in Venice."

"Did something happen?" Olympia reached for her arm pulling her out of the small shop. They settled down on a bench overlooking the water. "Did your husband write you?"

"He would have to remember first that he has a wife." Lucrezia huffed rolling her eyes, "It is my brother. He grows irritated  that I refuse to stay in Modena."

"Doesn't he know your husband?"

"Oh, he does. It was him who arranged the match between Francesco and me." Lucrezia explained licking over her lips.

"But then he should know your husband even better." Olympia frowned arms crossed in front of her chest.

"I have long stopped blaming Ferdinando. He was young... not even Duca for half a year and desperately waiting to secure connections." She let out a sigh, "He thought it would if I was to marry Francesco... recently widowed and from a well-known family."

"Except that it wasn't what he expected I reckon."

"Not in the slightest... Francesco is twice my age which isn't a bad thing but he already had a son and two daughters from his previous wife." Lucrezia looked at the water ahead, "I don't know why he agreed to marry me when he never shown any interest. Instead he spends his time hunting, drinking or with his mistresses." She laughed bitterly.

"I don't understand your brother." Olympia admitted with a shake of her head, "He should want you to be happy."

"In a way, he does but he also worries about my reputation... our family’s reputation." Lucrezia pursed her lips together, "He believes that I'm gone too long from Modena and that it is time to return."

"Will you do what he says?"

"I don't know." She admitted with a sigh, "But sooner or later I will leave Venice."

"A shame. I really wish you could stay longer." Olympia reached for her hand.

"Me too. But unfortunately it is what it is." Lucrezia breathed out.

"Then we might as well make the best out of your remaining time in Venice." Olympia pulled her into her feet with a soft tug, "There is a lovely Café nearby... maybe you will finally tell me who is responsible for your good mood."


"So you want to tell me the name?" Olympia asked head propped on her hands as she looked at Lucrezia... lips curled into a smirk and mischief twinkling in her eyes, "Or do you want me to guess? Though I think we both know it won't take me long."

"You are horrible sometimes."

"And yet you love me." Olympia chuckled.

"It is Andrea." Lucrezia breathed out, "But you already knew that."

"Well, I knew that you went to a temple together... and I did see you briefly talking with him back at Villa." She smiled playfully, "And I did some some glances between you and him whenever we see him around but other than that... I know nothing."

Lucrezia licked over her lips. It was true that she would glance in his direction whenever she saw him around Venice and she would caught him looking back at her.

"We spend a night together at the villa... and well the morning before the whole disaster." She admitted with a smile playing on her lips, "But nothing has happened since then."

"You could always change that." Olympia suggested with a wink, "Many people know where Andrea lives... including me."

It was a tempting thought... sneaking out in the middle of the night wrapped in a cloak and hidden by the darkness.

"I will think about it." Lucrezia said licking over her lips, "So happy now?"

"Oh very happy. I love being right." Olympia replied with a pleasing smile.

"I know and I still want to hate you for it." Lucrezia jested.

"And yet you love me."

"That I do." Lucrezia smiled softly, "I'm glad that I have met you."


♧♧♧♧♧♧

"Duchessa Lucrezia, there is a visitor for you."

Eyebrows knitted together she looked up from the book she was trying to read but she felt mind slipping away too easily. The letter from her brother was not forgotten yet and she still felt too frustrated and annoyed that he was trying to tell her what to do.

"Who is it?"

"Signore Palladio." The maid replied.

"Palladio... Oh, Andrea." Lucrezia's lips slowly curled into a smile, "Please let him in."

The book was thrown carelessly on the sofa while her brother's letter along with her unfinished reply ended up being crammed in a drawer and she leaned on the table eyes fixed on the door.

"What a pleasant surprise, Andrea." She smiled.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." He replied, eyes darting around the room.

"Only my utter boredom." She chuckled before taking a step closer in his direction, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I want to see you and I got something for you."

Her gaze moved down to the package in his hands... carefully wrapped in dark red paper.

"Oh..." she blinked. Her fingers brushed over his as she accepted the package with a smile on her lips. "I got something for you as well but I fear I didn't have time to wrap it yet."

"Which wasn't necessary." Andrea insisted.

"Neither was yours and yet here we are." She chuckled before she carefully tore the package open... it was a book of architectural marvels on the Silk Road. "Grazie, Andrea. This will be a very interesting read."

"I'm glad to hear that. It felt fitting for a fellow artistic soul." He said looking down at her, "I have read it myself a few times and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did."

"I'm certain that I will." Lucrezia breathed out as she returned the gaze, "Just one moment..." she placed the book on the table before reaching the gift she had gotten for him, "Just imagine that it is wrapped."

She handed him the book... a luckily find as she had been shopping some of the other gifts.

"I hope you don't have it it already."

"I don't." He replied fingers brushing over the leather cover of the book, "Ancient History of Architecture... I have been trying to find it for years though. Where?"

"Pure luck." She shrugged her shoulders, "The shopkeeper said that he got it with a recent shipment. But I'm glad that you like it... and that you don't already have it."

"I still think you shouldn't have to." Andrea smiled playfully.

"Maybe we should agree that we disagree." The young woman chuckled, "Can I offer you something? Something to drink or maybe some sweets? Or do you have to be somewhere else?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could spend the evening together."

Lucrezia drew in a sharp breath. The thought of him staying the night at her house made her shiver. It was the kind of thrill that excited her... almost forbidden  and dangerous.

"That sounds like a very good idea." She licked over her lips, "There is still time until dinner will be prepared. I could show you around the house if you want."

"That would be lovely."

"I must warn you though, it isn't quite impressive as Villa Foscari." She jested as she lead him through the halls, "There is no maze either but I can recommend the bedroom... the view on the Canal Grande is worth it."

"Maybe this is where we should start our tour then." He suggested lips curled into a smirk, "And I would never say No to a pretty view."

"Here we are." Flashing a smile Lucrezia turned around after she pushed the wooden doors open.

A soft breeze from the open windows tickled the back of her neck though it was the intense gaze from Andrea's blue eyes that had her shivering. She kept a close eye on him as he shut the door behind him taking a few steps further into the room.

Heart racing and mind spinning she wonder if that was how a prey at a hunt felt like.

Lucrezia took a step backwards, her eyes not once leaving him, "The balcony is right over there."

"Maybe later." He closed the distance between them, placing a hand on the back of her neck, "The view is not going to run away."

"And I might?" She asked... her lips almost touched his.

"I rather not take any chances." Andrea whispered before kissing her.

Hands wrapped his neck she pushed herself closer against him. They stumbled backwards... Andrea landing on top of her as she hit the bed with the back of her knees.

"What happened to dinner?" She breathed out... hands buried in his hair as he pressed a few kisses down from her neck to her cleavage.

"Plenty of time." Andrea replied. His hands were busy undoing the laces of her dress.

Lucrezia fumbled with the buttons of his shirt but she had a hard time concentrating... Andrea kept kissing her neck and cleavage while pulling down her gown at an almost torturous pace.

"Stop teasing me." She demanded but it ended in a loud moan as one of his hands moved up her bare legs.

"Still so impatient." He chuckled against her lips.

It felt almost like an eternity until she finally managed to open his shirt and push it down his shoulders. All while his hand was slowly moving upwards and more moans spilled from her lips.

"Better now?" Andrea teased playfully once he finally slipped out of his pants.

"Yes." Hands wrapped around his neck she pulled him back down on top of her.

Magnificent Easter

Even something normal as an Easter Mass was quite the event in Venice. Cardinal Orsini delivered a beautiful sermon about love for the good, love for our closest and love for thyself, all delicately wrapped in the promise of God's love and mercy. Lucrezia had to admitted that he had a talent for speaking and it wasn't hard to see why people were drawn to him. If only the rest of the church wasn't that boring and uptight.

"Ah Lucrezia, just the person I was looking for." Olympia's soft voice broke through her thoughts.

She tore her gaze away from Cardinal Orsini and looked over at her friend instead. Olympia most certainly knew how to make an entrance... dressed in a light blue gown with a matching hat.

"One day you have to tell me your secret." Lucrezia smiled looking at her from head to top.

"I don't think that it will be necessary. You are certainly doing well without my help already." Olympia pressed a quick kiss to her check before linking their arms together, "Come, let's walk a bit."

"What about your husband?" Head tilted to the side she looked at her friend.

"He wanted to have a word with Cardinal Orsini and I'm in the need for some fresh air." Olympia explained with her lips curled into a smile, "Besides I have something for you... sometimes that ask for less people."

"Oh, sounds intriguing." Lucrezia chuckled, "I also got something for you." Reaching into her purse she pulled out a small boxed wrapped in pink paper. "And you don't have to be afraid to open it now." She added with a playful smile.

"Now you made me curious." There was a twinkle in Olympia's eyes as she lead them to a bench along the canal. "And here is yours."

"Thank you."  Lucrezia smiled as she accepted the wrapped present.

"Oh, they are beautiful." Olympia gasped once the paper had been ripped off and the box had been open revealing a set of tarot cards, "Where did you get them?"

"A merchant arrived in Venice last week and he happened to have the cards along his other wares." Lucrezia explained, "I still don't understand what they mean but I could not think of you when I saw them."

"Maybe I should teach you one day." Olympia suggested with a wink, "But now open yours."

There was a leather bound book hidden under the layers of colorful paper and Lucrezia felt her cheeks blushing slightly as she flipped through the pages... realising it wasn't quite the poetry she usually read.

"Yes, that is best not seen by many people." She closed the book with a chuckle, "Thank you, Olympia."

"I was hoping that you would like it.'

Dinner Night Vibes

It didn't go unnoticed by Lucrezia's keen eyes where Antonio's focus was that night... more than once she caught him glancing at a young woman dressed in a beautiful dark blue gown. She couldn't tell though if the unknown beauty was blissfully unaware of the glances from Antonio or if she was ignoring him on purpose.

"She is pretty." Lucrezia commented once she found Antonio standing alone.

"Who is?" He replied head tilted to the side as he looked at her.

"Oh, you know exactly who I mean." She chuckled, "You have quite the hard time not to look at her."

"I have not." Antonio said too quickly and sounding too defensive about the matter.

"Mhm, then I must be imagine things." Lucrezia mused playfully, "Maybe I will have to ask someone else about your unknown beauty."

"Stubborn woman." Antonio muttered under his breath, "Her name is Beatrice... happy now?"

"Are you?" Head tilted to the side she looked at Beatrice and then back at him.

"Well, I do like her company. She is witty and has quite the sharp tongue when she wants to."

"Quite the interesting combination." Lucrezia chuckled before she took a sip from her wine, "And what will you do now that you have returned to Venice?"

The smile dropped from his lips and it was easy to see that she had hit a nerve.

"If only I knew." He let out a sigh, "I don't know what changed but something feels different... maybe I have been gone too long or Venice isn't what I remember the city to be."

"I won't pretend that I understand your situation in the slightest way, Antonio. But I do hope that you find a solution that makes you happy."

"Thank you, Lucrezia. I won't deny that lately I'm feeling restless again."

"Oh, that is a feeling I can relate all to well." She chuckled dryly.

♧♧♧♧♧♧

"You are not going to jump, are you?" Lucrezia teased playfully.

Needing some fresh air she had stepped outside the balcony only to find Leonardo leaning against the stone railing with a drink in his hand.

"Too high and I might hurt my pretty face." He laughed before he turned his head to look at her.

"Oh, not the pretty face." She jested, "How would we ever survive this tragic loss?"

"You wouldn’t." He brought the cup to his lips taking a sip, "But you don't have to worry, Lucrezia. I won't let you suffer from this horrible fate."

"That's very kind from you, Leonardo."

"How have you been? It feels almost like an eternity since we have last spoken with each other?" He asked.

Shouldn't I be the one asking you? she wondered but part of her knew better than to broach this topic... not when no one had mentioned the wedding between him and Beatriz since that faithful day.

"Still amazed by Venice." Lucrezia replied before the silence between them got too uncomfortable, "Best decision that I have made in a very long time."

"I'm glad to hear that." Smile playing on his lips he looked at her.

She tugged a loose curl behind her ear, "A shame that my stay will have to come to an end sooner or later."

"Are you already planning your departure?"

She licked over her lips, "Unfortunately, there are obligations that I have ignored too long... at least, in my brother's opinion."

"Family tends to know better sometimes."

"Oh, they definitely do." Shaking her head she leaned her arms on the railing, "But for what it is worth... I will never forget my time in Venice."

Venetian Twilight

Lucrezia's gaze darted left and right before she slipped into the alley. The darkness made it easy to go almost unseen... and so did the hood of her cloak pulled down to hide her face. Her heart raced as she quickened her pace and she breathed out in relief once she spotted the house she had been looking for.

Hand lifted for a knock, the young woman checked here surroundings again before she made her presence known.

It felt like an eternity before the door was finally pulled open and Andrea stood in front of her... hair slightly tousled and yet it didn't seem that he had been in bed already.

"Do you have any idea how..." He stopped midsentence and she could see the exact moment he realised who was standing out his house in the middle of the night. Grabbing her hand he pulled her inside, "What are you doing here?"

She pulled down the hood, letting her black curls fall freely past her shoulders, "I wanted to see you. But if you insist I can leave too." She looked around nervously wondering if maybe she had overstepped a line.

"No, stay." He shook his head, "I'm not letting walk back home at this hour. I was just not expecting any visitors."

"Well, I'm full of surprises." Lucrezia chuckled as she followed him further into your house. "Is it one of your creations?"

"I had a few things changed over the years." He lead her into the lounge room, "Don't you want to take of your cloak?"

"If you can promise that no one is going to walk in that moment." Lips curled into grin, she reached for the waist belt that was holding the cloak together, "Or we can move this to the bedroom?"

"It is just you and me, here." Andrea licked over his lips, "Maybe later... I don't think I can wait much longer."

"Mhm, so who is impatient now?" The young woman teased playfully... once the belt was open, it was easy to slip the cloak off her shoulders revealing that she wore nothing but her undergarments.

Eyes dark with lust and want, Andrea beckoned her to step closer, "I don't know if I should scold you for being this reckless and sneaking out dressed like this."

"Or?" With a grin tugging on her lips she straddled his lap... one of her hands resting at the back of his neck.

"Or being happy that you get ideas like this one.

"You should definitely be happy." Closing the distance she pressed her lips against his.

This time she didn't let him take control of the situation... didn't let him try to push down the straps of her nightgown.

"It is my turn to please you, Andrea." She whispered into his ear before pressing a kiss on his neck. "Just close your eyes and enjoy the moment."

She took her time undressing him... swallowing every word of protest with a kiss.

"And you call me a tease."

"You haven't seen the worst of me yet." Lucrezia smirked as she reached down to touch him.


They did eventually move to his bedroom at one point in the night....though only after trying out the comfort of his sofa.

A chuckle slipped past her lips as Andrea pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder blade.

"And still think that I am a tease?" Turning her head she looked at him.

"Only sometimes." He replied lips curled into a smile. Propped up on an elbow he lay next to her... blanket draped over his waist. "Why did you come here tonight?"

She rolled on her back pulling up the blanket to cover herself, "I wanted to see you and..." Lucrezia bit into her lower lip, "I have missed you."

"Missed me? We have just seen each other yesterday."

"I know but I was invited to Doge Malvolio's dinner tonight which was a very lovely affair but half through I realised that you weren't there." Lucrezia explained  feeling unusually vulnerable, "And I do enjoy your company, Andrea."

"I enjoy yours too." He replies, "But there is something I have yet to tell you."

Head tilted to the side she looked at him, "Sounds rather serious." She noted.

"I'm bound to leave Venice as I have accepted another project in Firenze."

"But those are good news." She said with a smile, "Congratulations Andrea. Your talent deserves to be seen by more people."

"Thank you, Lucrezia." He returned the smile, "I'm excited for the opportunity and yet nervous as it has been years since I left Venice."

"Well, I don't know much about Firenze but I know what you are capable of and I believe you will be doing fine." The young woman sat up.

"Thank you, Lucrezia. I have been wandering... where will your path lead you next?"

A sigh slipped past her lips, "Back to Modena as it seems."

"Your husband's wish?"

"No, my brother's and wish is the last word that I would use." The young woman huffed arms crossed in front of her chest, "He believes that I have stayed away long enough."

"And you will do what he says?" Eyebrow knitted together he looked at her, "Your husband doesn't wish you to be back?"

"He doesn’t care much about me and I doubt that this has suddenly changed in the past few months." Lucrezia pulled her lower lips between her teeth, "I don't want to. But knowing my brother, I wouldn't be surprised if he travelled to Venice himself." She slightly shook her head, "And this is a public confrontation I would like to avoid."

"I don't know your brother but does sound like quite a stubborn man." Andrea noted.

"Oh, you have no idea." She chuckled shaking her head, "I will miss it though... there is something enchanting about Venice. Not to forget the people I met." She looked at him, "Venice will always have a space in my heart."

"You are not gone yet and who knows maybe you will return one day." Andrea smiled softly.

"I hope that I will."

Rushed as always and some parts are not like I truly want them. But the important parts are there and I like them.

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Beatrice Cornaro
Face claim: Maddison Jaizani
Age: 22
Interests: Antonio (friendly, in a way that she very much wants to kiss him but doesn't think it would do much good), Donata (friend and idol and confidante)

XII. Terribly

“I swear to God I have never met a more inconsiderate man in my life  –” Beatrice had words to say.

“Would you please be a little more quiet,” Donata said, hushed, glancing around. They sat secluded enough that there was no one to see who could hear, but Beatrice, who sat on the opposite side of the table, heeded nonetheless.

“Thoughtless enough not to prepare for what might come out of it and without care –” she hissed out in lower volume.

“Who do you think is thoughtless? Was I just mindlessly seduced by his wicked charms? It takes two you know? –” Donata shot sharply.

“Only in theory,” Beatrice let slip under her breath.

“ – and what care can he show for my condition when he doesn’t know?” The stress Donata had held at bay slipped in through the cracks at the end.

Bice quietened. The sun beat down around them without interruption, the cakes on the table before them remained with just a few bites taken out of them. Not because they were lacking in flavour or in any other way deliciousness, but because the turn of conversation had brought pause to sweetness. And then she moved to take a seat next to Donata instead, and firmly grasped her hand.

“It’s only me who’s thoughtless, I’m sorry,” Beatrice said, making sure to speak not only quietly but softly too. “What are you going to do?”

“What is there to do but to take steps and find reasons to leave Venice, to have it, and return without anyone being the wiser.”

“There’s always choices. And there’s help,” Bice held her gaze fast in order to be as convincing as possible, “whatever you need, you’re not alone.”

Donata squeezed her hand in return.

“You won’t tell him then?”

“What good will it do? When it was supposed to be over and done with as he got married? Why spoil it when it hasn’t?” It was as if Donata could help also smile with the words, though it was also filled with all the emotions.

“He has already spoiled his marriage,” Bice said, unable to help herself. Donata threw her a glance. “But then, I don’t know him like you do.”

“No, you don’t.” The smile was there again.

“Heaven’s, perhaps it's best that I don’t.”

In lefthanded unsteadiness, Bice showed the cake some attention – it didn’t deserve to be neglected – but neither would she let go of Donata’s hand, who neither seemed in a hurry to drop it.

“Tell me what you are thinking,” Donta said some time later. The cakes on their plates diminished to crumbs.

“I’m not sure my current thoughts will do much good,” Bice shifted her eyes away.

“I’m sure little can hurt now, it might even divert me.”

“I’m not sure how appropriate it is  –”

“I’m not sure how ‘appropriate’ what I’ve shared with you today is.”

“What’s it like?” Beatrice gave in.

“What’s what like?”

Bice let out a frustrated breath.

“Love. To surge with passion. I’m not sure what you would call what you acted on.” She glanced at Donata but looked away again. “I’ve had boys press their lips on mine, and there was once a pompous lordling who thought he’d being me revolutionary insights with a single kiss, but it was all just –” she found no good enough word for it but the unimpressed-slightly-queasy grimace on her face was more accurate than any one word, “and no,” she quickly inserted seeing Donata adopt an oh-sweet-child-smile, “I’m not as naive that I don’t know that there is more to it, but I guessed finding that part with someone worthwhile might be a good start –” she continued without hardly drawing new breath, “he seems to be able to do no wrong in your eyes, and even through all this you can hardly stop yourself from smiling when you speak of him. And whatever I might hold against him, I can’t deny that he seemed to care a great deal for your company – of course you hold each other in high regard, but then there is your condition,” she paused a bit breathless. The sprint had also brought some colour to her cheeks. “It can be terribly fun then?”

She could see Donata’s eyes glistening. “I made it worse!” Bice cried out.

“No,” Donata shook her head and laughed despite everything. “I hold him… in high regard. And yes, all that and more. It can be terrible in a lot of ways.” But it was a delighted mischievousness which triumphed over all the other expressions which had wreaked her the last hour. And all it did was reminding Bice of a conversation which had engaged her but a week ago.

“Oh.”

“I’ll not recommend chasing down my current predicament, but don’t give up on that it might be worth it, never do that.”

XIII. Contemplation

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen any scowl quite as hard at the canal before.”

Beatrice took a beat and a breath before she turned her head to find him there. A simple week and everywhere she turned her head while out in the city, there he seemed to be. It wasn’t true. It was a great exaggeration, but each time they did happen upon one another it consumed her thoughts to the degree it might as well be constant meetings of remindings. He seemed alone this day, unlike the days before when they had greeted each other in passing. After the time she had spent with Donata earlier in the day she was glad of that fact, she was still uncertain how she would react should she meet Leonardo. Not even the merest sight of Antonio could chase away the thoughts which plagued her on the topic.

“Then I better stop, mother claims it quickens the wrinkles,” she said, but it changed little of her expression.

“Perhaps she just wants her children to be happy,” he tried instead.

“She’d say the same about too vigorous laughter.” She almost joked, it didn’t really come out as one. “It’s a day for contemplation, is it not?”

“They say it is.”

“Do you consider yourself a good man?” She asked without thinking, the day weighing heavy on her. It wasn’t until she drew back from her scowl to look at him she realised “I’m sorry, I did not ask to be combative. My thoughts are running away with me, never mind.” She clasped her hands and looked out over the water again.

“What good is a man who simply calls himself good. One can only try, can he not? Besides, what good means can always be argued.”

It made her smile, she didn't feel like a battle of wits, but she was glad he had humoured her nonetheless.

“You are settling back into Venice quite firmly I understand,” she turned to a lighter way of query.

“You are well informed.”

“Your father is proud, and this place is not so vast that the word doesn't get around.”

“Life is easiest when at least one of us performs to expectation. Makes Venice less claustrophobic, he said wryly.

“Tight quarters make running into friends more likely though.”

“It does, though I wouldn't have expected to find you out here all alone.”

“I was just accompanying my father to pick up some last bits before tomorrow, he’s just inside.” And the gondola was docked within sight with their man, so wasn’t really alone.

“Is it growing on you?”

“That?” She nodded to the busy grand canal. “No,” she said with exaggerated contempt. “But Venice? Perhaps,” she smiled. “Though I believe it has less to do with water travel and architecture, than it does with people.”

XIV. The Lion of Venice and his brother

“I’m walking back with Donata, would you make sure to send someone to come and collect me later?”

Alessandro stood talking with Domenico and a third as Beatrice snuck up on him, she was keen on getting back to Donata and didn’t want to take the time to join the conversation.

Mass had been a beautiful thing. Whatever the impressions of first arrival they had had of Cardinal Orsini, he seemed to have settled well and splendidly performed at the trial by fire which was Easter Sunday, so who was Beatrice to complain? Of course she was one to complain often but lately she had other things which occupied her mind.

“Of course, but know that you won’t have too much time,” Alessandro moved to make room for her.

“No?”

“You are all invited for an Easter feast at the Mariviolo palazzo tonight.”

Beatrice blinked as her heart, literally, skipped a beat. She hadn't recognised him, that was her first mistake. She had been in a petty sqaubble with Ale as the Doge and his family had arrived, and she only had sight of the back of their heads from their seats, then Donata had been priority. But now…

Antonio wore a fresh shave and he wore it well. And there was no weak chin hiding under there, the opposite. But it wasn’t merely how he looked which caught her so. It was the whole of it.

“Well isn’t that a grand transformation,” she said gravely, but she couldn’t keep a smile from breaking through. “And of course, that is most kind,” she added.

“I take it you approve then?”

“I’m not sure if it is my place to approve or not,” she said, she’d never try to be coy but whether she liked it or not, it came over her. Eyes playing along, he was grinning back at her too. “I’ll look forward to seeing you both tonight then, and I’ll see you at home.” She pressed a kiss to Alessandro’s cheek and bounded off.

“Did you see Antonio? I hardly recognised him,” Bice whispered to Donata as she took the woman’s arm in hers, looking back again.

Donata followed her gaze, and at its mark found one di Malvolio brother, who wasn’t as engrossed in his own conversation as he might have been.

Donata watched them giggled, a friendly hand on Beatrice’s arm. “I think you might do just fine.”

“What did you say?” Beatrice turned her attention back to Donata, her eyes were glowing.

“Just that I never found him as handsome as that before.”

They excited the church into the fine Easter weather.

“I've been thinking,” Beatrice said as they strolled along.

“I can believe you have.”

“I think I should come with you, or rather we should reframe the narrative so it reads that you are accompanying me.”

“Are you sure you'd like to leave and be gone for so long? Would you be let too?”

“We’d be back before a year has passed.”

“But –”

“I believe I could convince father, no, I know I could. Tell him it would do me good, to see the world away from my family… I rely on them too much. And with money, position and power, I fear you can get away with anything, charisma too but I have got less of that.”

“Are you pointing out I don't have those things?”

“I'm saying I'd love to use what I have for something which matters to me.”

Donata fell quiet.

“But don't let me bully you into it.”

“You couldn't bully me into anything, even if you tried.”

“Just imagine, two pious women on a pilgrimage to nurture their spiritual journey, or I could round some discreet relation with land to where we could go and practise further our artistic talents.” She told the tale light-heartedly but the gravity at the core of it wasn't lost on either of them.

“Where do your artistic talents lay?” Donata teased.

“My point exactly, they aren't that great,” Bice snorted. “I might not have the details down, but I'm open to suggestions.”

“You are offering too much,” Donata said soberly.

“The only thing I am afraid of is doing too little. Whatever you decide, let me help if I can.”

“You are already helping.”

The walk was refreshing, despite the conversation, their camaraderie managed to keep up their spirits.

Settled at home, they swapped their presents to delightful exclaims and heartfelt thank you. Donata tried on the gilded hair comb, depicting citrus blossoms in mother-of-pearl and jade and posed it with radiance, and to some laughter. Bice couldn’t help but smile as she brushed her fingertips along the delicately painted cover, and she held the book of myth close to her chest as time had come for her to return home to dress for dinner.

The hair comb wasn’t the gift Bice had originally picked out for Donata. Still wrapped among her jewellery back at the Cornaro palazzo sat a box containing a brooch depicting the emblem of St Mark – the lion of Venice, in gold and studded with rubies. The reason she had chosen it had been twofold, to represent the never ending courage Bice had found in Donata and how her friendship had been one of the reasons for Bice to find love for this city. But as of yesterday, she also knew it would symbolise a complexity she had no right to intrude on. So for now, Bice would keep it under wraps, and perhaps it could find a purpose in the future.

XV. Fan the Flames

“Would you come sit with me for a bit?”

“I think sitting is within my capabilities,” Beatrice joked dryly, but followed him into the secluded nook of the room and sat down next to him. The chattering over wine around the room was bustling, the feast a seeming success.

Antonio had been stuck with having her next to him at dinner, but had had her smiling to a degree one surely one be shouldn't over the course of seven courses.

“I think it is ‘with me’ which has been the issue in the past,” he said good-humouredly

“You seem determined to bring up all my past declarations of our short acquaintance, how ever embarrassing they might be.”

“Perhaps because they live as vividly in my mind as the day they were spoken.”

And then now he had sought her out as they gathered after dinner, and it had thrilled her until the tumbling butterflies in her stomach had started to turn into ants running amok.

“Oh stop it,” she rolled her eyes, pretending it didn’t get to her like it did.

“I'd rather not,” he spoke softly. His knee brushed against her skirts as he turned in his seat next to her. “I’d be most happy if you wanted to accept this.”

She was about to ask what this was as he produced a small jewellery box from a pocket, barely fumbling as he opened the lid and held it out to her.

“What’s this?” It came out as a whisper.

“A part of tradition, a heartfelt gift. To you.”

On a satin bed sat a golden bracelet, delicate strand tangling into a weave to hold a cut sapphire. The blue gem gleaming in the candlelight like the lagoon in the morning sun. And much like the waters of the lagoon Beatrice had trouble taking it to heart as quickly as should.

With physicality she could feel the blood in her veins rushing, colour slowly creeping up her neck and heart beating against its bounds.

It was in her hands now. He was saying something but she wasn’t quite hearing, the chattering around them which had drowned out as they sat down hit again in full force.

“You hardly know me  – I feel like I hardly know you.”

“Take it as a gesture, a desire to rectify that in the future.”

The inscription said as much.

Inveniam viam ad cor tuum.

“This is much too much.” What really was too much was all the feelings within her, and how she felt like a fool not knowing how to act. If she had just looked at him perhaps she could have taken heart, because surely there was heart to gain there. But all she could do was stare at the gift in her hand and try not to go under with the current.

At the other end of the room the doge proudly declared a viewing of della Francesca work, a smaller study for the grander Resurrection, the family had acquired, on display in the adjourning library.

“We must join the others,” she said curtly.

“We don’t have to.” There was some restless irritation, perhaps at her, or his father for interrupting the moment.

“I am so thankful,” she said, as if just then remembering there was manners to be had, before simply standing to leave, as if she had forgotten it all again.

*

“Would you hold this?” Beatrice whispered to her brother, who took it with a look but little question.

The Cornari were gathered out in the hall to take their departure at the end of the evening, but her father stood engrossed in conversation with other leave takers.

“I must have misplaced my fan,” she declared and slipped back into where they had spent the second half of the evening.

Most of the party had already left, or was in the process of leaving but Antonio and his brother remained to entertain some stragglers. She expressed her loss and set aimlessly about to look for it. Before she headed into the library she ardently sought Antonio’s gaze. It would be deserved if he read it all as stay the hell away, but she gravely hoped she hadn’t fumbled this beyond hope and from the corner of her eye at least she could catch him starting to follow, with the excuse that he would do best to assist her.

“I wanted to apologise,” she blurted out as soon as he had stepped in after her. While out of sight of the room, the door remained open and it was at least balancing on the edge of proper.

“You don’t have to apologise,” Antonio said, ever so polite.

“I didn’t manage to express the happiness that I felt… feel. Concerns always seem to find me first.”

“Of course, you are not wrong in having concerns,” he lowered his voice as he approached. Other than not shunning her presence, she couldn’t read him very well.

“I didn’t know this was where we were, if it is, ” there was genuine frustration in her voice. “And with everyone watching, and I not having anything to give you in return, at least I should have had that. I feel embarrassed, I should have known.”

“I took a chance,” he said, eyebrows asking a question that wasn’t spoken, “and by the moment I’m getting more confused about where it has led me.”

She kissed him then. They stood only a couple of paces apart, and it had seemed like this humongous chasm but once she had made the decision, it really wasn’t more than taking a step and reaching for him. If he truly was confused, he thought well on his feet and met her expertly in it.

“I'm sorry,” she said as she stood there, a breath’s width from him staring into his chest, a curled hand clutching at his jacket as if she couldn’t be made to let go yet. “I should have asked if I could do that. I just a”

“I won’t rebuke you, in fact I encourage it.”

Her perception of the moment had started to widen, one sensation at the time. His hand on her waist, the other on her arm. The room around them slowly started existing again. Beatrice hadn’t until that moment realised just how much she had yearned for it. And the slightly queasy feeling drained away as anxiety erupted into jubilance instead. At least that was how she would think back on it.

“When did you become so eloquent?” She gazed up at him, moving a hand to run across his chin.

“I hate to tell you I always was – ” he loved to say it, “– you were just determined to find me a scoundrel.”

“In my defence, you made it too easy for me.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek this time. The idea was growing on her all too quickly.

“If I had known this would be the result, I might have been convinced earlier,” he teased.

“I’m not going to complain, but I believe it has more to do with the greatness of man behind it,” she said in earnest, a tightness in her chest as she did.

The way he looked back at her was with such intensity she couldn’t decipher that it unnerved her to her core.

“Or at least I hope I’ll find it to be true,” she joked to disarm him,“I do hate to be wrong.” Because if he continued to look at her like that, she did not know what would happen but surely she wouldn’t resurface with sanity intact.

“We can’t have that, can we.”

“Is this enough for now?” She wasn’t sure how long they had stood there. “We need to look for that fan.”

“There was a lost fan?” He didn’t relinquish his grip on her directly.

“Ale has it, and if he has any brains he is bound to come to assist and miraculously find it.”

“If he's in on it, I don't see why we shouldn't stay here a little longer.” But she had already broken free, only one hand lingering in his, pulling him with her.

“He is already much too smug regarding this, I couldn't bear it.”

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me, an overly optimistic host that likes to believe is doing a good job hosting: i love the fact i have everything covered!
also me: did you forget to reserve a post for impressions? yes, yes you did.

Impressions
...which are going to be very much straight to the point for the sake of my early day tomorrow.

Lucrezia

Things took a turn for the unexpected because Andrea, with all of his life experience, did not realise he was getting far too eager to spend time with Lucrezia. He'll show up on Saturday afternoon, with an early present - a book of architectural marvels on the Silk Road - and will suggest they spend the evening together. He would admit, on Saturday or on Sunday he is bound to leave Venice as he arranged another job in Firenze, asking her where her path would lead her. Mind you, it's still early in this for him to suggest they just follow each other around, plus he is not quite sure where she stands with her husband, her affairs and all other things that can influence what they do next. However, he is enjoying the moment so far. Of course, she's free to see him after Easter dinner.

Malvolio twins will both be in their own state of mind, Leonardo unsure of what is to happen now Luisa/Beatriz is gone, and according to him, his father is not really sharing the extent of his conversation with her father, or the future of his marriage. That can put a dent in his mood, but he would do his best to look up, trying to face things as they come. Antonio, however, has properly returned to Venice, continuing with some of his studies, trying to spend his days appeasing his father. He's feeling more and more restless, yet doing his best to keep still and do what he believes to be right.

It can be hard to hide the energy of mischief from Olympia, she'd ask what's going on lately, implying she did notice some glances between Lucrezia and Andrea. She'll prepare a present for her, a small book of French poetry (think erotic, not dirty). She's in a rather good mood, considering Cesare is always working and tense, and it has been making her feel a bit off, so she is spending her days socializing - with the right people, mostly.

Beatrice

Well, Antonio really likes Bice. Although he was sure she liked him back, he is less sure of it now. Still, he likes her company, so he would not avoid her, not close to it, but taking her hints is getting better now. They might run into each other during the days leading to Easter, and on Saturday, she could run into him heading out from the jeweller. He and Leo would come to say "happy Easter" to both Beatrice and Alessandro after the mass, making sure they delivered the invitations to the dinner personally - oh, and there is a fresh shave happening with Antonio. During the dinner, Antonio would take her to the side for a conversation (not somewhere fully private, think a different part of the same room most people are in) - it'd be quite relaxed, even though the tone would have been serious. Think of it as a small recap of what has been going on between them, posing a question in the end if he imagined she enjoyed his company as much as he enjoyed hers. Depending on her answer, things can go towards a disappointed, but polite Antonio; or a flirty Antonio presenting Bice with a gift. Let me know, of course.

Donata is a little bit under the weather, keeping their meetings reserved for a bit later in the day each time, but she would still like to see her often. On Saturday, she would take Bice for a cake and make sure it's a private place. She'll come clean in so many words, saying she is with child, and she must plan her next steps so she can leave Venice to give birth and return at the right time to avoid rumours as much as she can. She'd admit her father is not aware of what she's done, asking Bice to keep her secret. On Easter morning, she'll attend the mass, using the opportunity to present Bice with a present - a book of myths, with a hand-painted scene from the story of Orpheus on the cover of it, done by one of her favorite miniaturists (not necessarily a miniature, but he did her a favour).

Fleurance

Cesare and Olympia seem to be enjoying their relationship a little bit more, despite the fact he is working a lot and Olympia is socialising. She'll ask Fleurance to join her on Saturday as she is picking up some things to gift during the next days, while she might or might not make sure you two run into Bastiano while there. He'd be happy to see you both - a bit surprised - and Olympia will vanish into a fabric store for a while, letting you chat. Bastiano would get a better grip on the conversation, asking Fleurance is she intends to marry again, as he would like to know if she did, as his path, much like hers, is not set for them just yet. Of course, the rest of the conversation goes depending on the answer, yet it is a short one. They meet again on Easter mass, where he would make a point to come say hi (given I assume the answer is optimistic). He's gotten her a small gift for Easter, presented in a private moment happening after the mass or during the dinner. Now, Olympia would have picked up on the vibe of her answer from Saturday, and might have hinted something to Cesare to prepare him for a conversation Fleurance might want to have with him on Easter.

Bastiano's present for her would have been a book of poetry by Petrarch, nicely bound in leather and with a dedication that says, "For you to take, on your paths known and unknown." It's quite easy to figure out they have fallen in love at one point and he would like to arrange a marriage if she would like that too.

Both Cesare and Olympia are in a good mood, their relationship has warmed up significantly, as well. They would give her a rather nice present to Fleurance, an ornate hairpin with pearls that might or might not be in line with some white fabrics that Olympia selected for her earlier. It should be implied during their quiet Saturday dinner, that Olympia's present for Cesare was announced privately and it's an extension to his line.

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Round 4 is now officially closed, and we're slowly but steadily getting ready for round 5.

Round 5. One Last Temptation before Ascension…?

Here we are, at the end of the story (or the chapter, you never know). Venice has been a brighter place with all of you there making sure there is not a boring moment there and before I get into the technicalities of the round, let me thank you for joining me on this journey and writing your stories the way you did, making me feel the way you did and helping me to indulge in hosting whenever I need it to happen. 

Now, let's jump to Venice and to 1673 one last time.

It's been a couple of weeks since Easter has finished, things seemed to have continued to run its course. Doge Malvolio is enjoying spending time with his sons and with Antonio's return and upcoming nuptials, the pressure has been lifted from Leonardo who has taken residence at the Villa, shockingly indulging in some solitude there.

Two weddings are taking place soon, preparations are on the go and the rest of the city is preparing for the arrival of the summer. Longer days, more sunshine, and many opportunities to socialize, take strolls and enjoy everything Venice has to offer. Beatrice Cornaro and Antonio Malvolio will be married soon, as will Fleurance de Châtillon and Bastiano Farnese, whose plans to join the clergy have changed in the last few months. After their rouse, the Spanish delegates left Venice and returned home - well, not all of them, as Alexandre seemed to have parted his way with his companions earlier. As for the majority of others, life is going back to usual. 

Despite his better judgment, Doge decides to throw a lavish birthday party for twins - and of course, you are all invited to finish a story at the very place where you started it. This time, it's less wild, obviously, yet charming if nothing else. The Villa looks even better, with green hues and colourful flowers taking over a lot more of the space. And so are you, ready to spend one or two more amazing days there.

Requirements for the round
Name, interests, and relationships in case something has changed, and I imagine it did.
Outfit for the party, and of course anything else you wish to show.
Story, about the time after Easter and days leading up to the party, please finish with the midnight fireworks at Villa Foscari.

Please note I will add some epilogue snippets after we have finished, and I highly encourage you to do the same - even in this round - if nothing else, to give me a glimpse into what life might be for your lovely people after we wrap up.

Snippets come here.

Olympia and Cesare
Olympia bore the secret well. Her face betrayed no pallor, her stomach no sickness; in truth, not a trace of her condition had yet made itself known save a newfound fullness in her cheeks and a subtle, radiant sheen in her hair. She loosened her stays a touch more each morning, yet this small indiscretion did not trouble her. In fact, it brought a quiet satisfaction.

“Do you believe we might journey to France before the child comes?” she inquired lightly, glancing over at Cesare, who was pressing his signet ring into warm red wax on a document before him.
“I see no reason against it,” he replied, his eyes on the slowly cooling seal. “If your health remains as fine as it is now.”
“It’s a long voyage.” Her voice held a note of suggestion. “You could accompany me.”
Cesare leaned back, the light from the high window falling across his features. “It would be a pleasure, truly. But I doubt I can stray far from Venice for some time. You could take Fleurance and Bastiano, if they’re willing.”
“I may,” she replied, lips pursed as her gaze drifted toward the canal glinting beyond the window. "But I would rather have you by my side."
Cesare lifted his gaze to hers, and for a heartbeat, their eyes met, a faint colour rising to her cheeks before she turned, her parting words lingering in the air. “I’ll let you return to your work.”

And just like that, she was gone, a faint rustle of skirts vanishing through the door, leaving him to his thoughts. When she had first arrived in Venice, she had come with whispers of strategic matches for both of them echoing through the family halls. Her family had seen great opportunity in the marriage to him, and Cesare was well aware that Olympia’s presence was calculated, intended to secure a bond. Yet over time, their initial distance had softened, deepened by unexpected companionship.

The child now growing in her womb felt like a small miracle, a continuation of his line and, perhaps, an unlooked-for joy between them. Cesare allowed himself the rare thought that they were finding their way toward a gentle camaraderie, if not more.

A moment later, he rose, closing the ledger before him with a soft thud. “Olympia!” he called.
Her voice floated back from some distant corner of the house. He followed its sound, finding her sprawled across an armchair in the main hall, legs wrapped in a skirt draped idly over its arm, her attention rapt on the book in her lap. She glanced up, eyes bright with mirth.

“You summoned me?” she asked, not moving. “I confess, I am too comfortable to rise.”
Cesare stifled a smile, reaching for the book in her hands, and gently closed it. “Have you any plans for the afternoon?”
“Nothing that cannot wait,” she answered with a mischievous glint, realizing his intent. “Is there somewhere we might go?”
“No grand occasion, merely a walk, if you’d care to join me before my meeting with Malvolio,” he replied, his tone casual.

Her grin widened, and she was on her feet before he’d finished his sentence. “Let me fetch my hat. I ought to enjoy all the walks I can before I cannot enjoy them anymore.”

They strolled out into the golden light of Venice in spring, her hand resting on his arm as they moved through winding streets and across soft-lapping canals. Once, she might have said that Cesare did not enjoy her company at all, their time together limited to obligatory appearances at grand palazzos or the intimate privacy of chambers where they had sought to fulfil their duty to the family line. But in recent days, Cesare had begun to seek her out, to speak with her as one might with a friend. She, in turn, found herself listening with a quiet pleasure she hadn’t expected.

By the time they returned home, the light was fading into amber hues, and Olympia felt a rare lightness, the hope that perhaps this year might indeed hold happiness beyond her own imaginings. Venice lay before her, mysterious, unpredictable, and, for the first time, filled with possibility.

Donata and Leonardo
Returning to the villa felt like stepping back into a dream. It was here, in these sunlit halls and quiet, fragrant gardens, that Donata and Leo had first crossed paths, their lives entwining almost without their realizing. The villa seemed even lovelier than before, with ivy climbing higher on the stone walls and the scent of early blooms wafting through the air. Donata drifted through the familiar rooms, a faint thrill in her heart, until she found him at last, absorbed in a book in the study.

“You’re already awake?” she murmured, lingering in the doorway.

Leo looked up, sunlight catching in his golden hair, his smile spreading slowly and warmly as he met her gaze. In that moment, an impossible hope seized her, blurring every practical thought, every shadow of duty. They could stay here, she thought wildly. They could close off the villa, bolt the doors, let the docks rot and the waters grow wild and hostile. This place could be theirs alone, hidden from the world. She had never thought herself in love before; she knew now that whatever she had felt before paled beside this.
For a moment, they stood without speaking, as if sensing that words might dissolve the spell.

But then the delicate moment shifted, and later, in the shade of the cypress trees, her voice broke the silence, a faint tremor in her tone.
“I should have thought it all through,” she confessed softly, looking away. A glimmer of tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them away, her resolve hardening. “But I didn’t. Because… because you are," she shrugged, "you.”

Leo’s eyes widened, understanding settling over him. He took a step closer, his voice barely a whisper. “My brother has returned, my marriage is no longer binding. You’re free to come with me, if that’s what you want.”
“To do what?” she murmured, a wistful smile tugging at her lips, though sorrow lingered in her gaze.
“I love you,” he said, his voice low and certain as if the words had always been waiting. Yet, the answer was not the answer to her question. “I didn’t see it before, didn’t recognize it until it was here. I never expected you.”

“Leo,” she whispered, the ache in her voice betraying her longing, though the words caught in her throat. She knew what she wanted, yet desire alone could not remake the world. “I can’t have it all. Life doesn’t work that way, not for me.”
"There is no saying in that," he replied. "I am sorry."
"What about?"
"Many things I have done, but never about this, or about you," she approached, hands wrapped around his waist, his hands around her shoulders. "Let us not speak of this anymore, Leo. Promise me."

He nodded in agreement, not letting go of her, not then, not for a week they spent in the Villa. And despite knowing better, Leonardo kept his promise.

Andrea and Francisco
The terrace of the Villa Foscari lay bathed in the quiet splendor of the waning afternoon light, casting warm hues over the marble balustrades and gilding the canal below. Francisco strolled over to Andrea, his steps barely more than a murmur on the polished stone, joining him in silent contemplation of the sprawling Venetian countryside.

“A view one does not forget,” Francisco murmured, his gaze traveling over the waters. “I hear word that you shall be leaving us soon.”

Andrea tilted his head, a faint smile gracing his lips as he kept his eyes forward, watching the play of light and shadow across the estate. “Perhaps not for long,” he replied, glancing toward Cardinal Francisco, who downed a goblet of ruby wine with surprising zeal.

“Ah, perhaps,” Francisco echoed, though his tone was less sanguine. “But tell me, this commission of yours—does it promise to consume much of your time?”

Andrea turned to him, a slight frown creasing his brow, taken aback by the sudden line of questioning. Yet he withheld any protest and offered a subtle shrug. “Indeed, it will not be a trifling task.”

“Then allow me to make a bold request,” Francisco replied, his eyes alight with a glimmer of purpose. “Once this commission is complete, I would bid you take no further projects. There is a tract of land under my family’s name—a vast, idle space that might serve as a monument, given the right hand. I would see it transformed, if you would lend your skill.”

Andrea raised an eyebrow. “A church, perhaps?”

Francisco laughed, a quiet but mirthful sound that lingered in the air like the distant chime of bells. “No, you know as well as I that you are more inclined toward villas than altars.”

Andrea chuckled in turn, casting a sidelong glance at the cardinal, who appeared engrossed in his wine. “And here I was under the impression that men of the cloth were disinclined to entertain the notion of land ownership—or to construct anything beyond holy walls.”

“Ah,” Francisco said, his voice slipping into a conspiratorial whisper. “Assumptions are a treacherous thing, are they not? One might assume, for example, that an architect visits his patrons for matters strictly professional, guided by nothing more than the concerns of design and stone.”

Andrea nodded. “Quite logical.”

“Yet assumptions alter if those visits occur at all hours, both sunlit and shadowed,” Francisco continued, a glint of amusement in his eye as he observed Andrea’s reaction.

Silence fell between them, a silence that seemed to amuse Francisco greatly, for his composure cracked into a soft chuckle, the sound as delicate as a ripple on still water.

“Fear not,” he said, waving away any hint of discomfort. “I seek no such indulgence nor any cause to sully a man’s name. Rather, consider this a word of counsel, a moment of learning, if you will.”

“To know that there are always eyes upon us?” Andrea asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” Francisco replied with a wry smile. “To know that rumours shall bloom no matter the hour, and it is folly to let them dictate our lives.”

Bastiano and Ottavio
The narrow canal whispered with the sloshing of oars as Ottavio stepped onto the pearly stones of the quay. He spotted Bastiano leaning against a pillar, gazing out at the soft sunset that painted the waters in swirls of orange and violet. With a hearty clap on the shoulder, Ottavio patted his shoulder.

“I heard congratulations are in order,” he said, his voice warm and carrying just a hint of mischief. Bastiano turned, and for once his expression held no hint of the brooding contemplation Ottavio had come to expect. Instead, he wore a grin so genuine that it took his friend aback for a moment.

“Thank you,” Bastiano replied, voice steady but softened with an unfamiliar contentment. “Yes, I suppose they are.”

Ottavio raised a brow, intrigued by the newfound ease in his friend’s stance. “So? Have you and Fleurance set a date for the wedding yet?”

A soft laugh escaped Bastiano as he shook his head. “No, not yet. Odd as it is, I feel no rush, no urgency. It’s as though I am finally… breathing, Ottavio. Fleurance and I—we are content to let the days pass, to let the future unfold as it will.”

Ottavio nodded, a quiet smile forming. “That’s reassuring to hear. I am truly happy for you, old friend.”

Bastiano’s grin turned mischievous. “As is expected from a friend, no doubt. But there is much ahead, Ottavio, more than I ever imagined. Decisions, plans, things I’ve not yet sorted in my mind.”

At this, Ottavio frowned, leaning in with interest. “Oh? And what thoughts are you tangled in, then?”

Bastiano let out a low sigh, almost a laugh, and shook his head. “It’s not as though I’d laid out a course for this, Ottavio. For any of it. Only months ago, I was to be Father Bastiano, mind as fixed as stone on the Church. Now… now I’m to be a husband.”

Ottavio, who so often bore words of advice like a lantern to those in the dark, found himself struck silent. In all the years he’d known Bastiano—through trials, studies, and the winding ways of childhood into adulthood—he had never seen this quiet strength, this lightness. Gone were the furrowed brows and heavy silences. Bastiano had found something more than happiness; he had found peace. And in the face of this newfound serenity, Ottavio felt his usual role of counsellor to be unneeded, even intrusive.

The silence hung between them until Bastiano’s eyes sharpened, catching the glint of mirth in his friend’s hesitation. “Nothing?” he exclaimed, mock indignation filling his voice. “You, who have spoken of plans, of maps and futures with such certainty, have nothing to say?”

Ottavio chuckled, spreading his hands in surrender. “Ah, but it seems to me that you already hold the compass, friend. The needle points to your true north, and all that remains is to follow where it leads.”

Bastiano regarded him with a mixture of surprise and admiration before breaking into a full, unrestrained smile. “When did you turn into a sage, Ottavio? Surely, I’d have noticed.”

“Sometime between Epiphany and Easter, I’d wager.”

Antonio and Leonardo
The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the tapestries that lined Antonio’s room. Leaning over the basin, Antonio steadied his hand as he attempted a clean, close shave, the razor sliding carefully along his jaw. He was due to meet Beatrice soon.

The door creaked open, and Antonio caught sight of Leo’s familiar reflection in the mirror. His twin, face shadowed with the faint lines of worry, leaned against the doorframe with a half-hearted smile.

“I reckoned you had plans,” Leo commented, his gaze lingering on Antonio’s face. “Seems the shave is starting to suit you.”

“Might be because we’re beginning to look more alike?” Antonio grinned, his eyes meeting Leo’s in the mirror.

Leo laughed softly, though his heart wasn’t in it. “I always did like the way I looked,” he joked, yet the light in his eyes was dim.

Antonio paused, watching his brother’s expression shift, then turned back to the mirror, resuming his shave with careful strokes. “Out with it, Leo. What’s on your mind?”

Leo exhaled, stepping fully into the room, and his tone dropped to a quieter note. “Why didn’t you come back sooner?”

The question hung in the air, a delicate wound reopening. They’d spoken of this before, or so Antonio thought, but today the question seemed to carry new weight. Leo crossed to the balcony, perching on the stone ledge, his eyes distant as he looked toward the glimmering canals below. Antonio watched his twin’s reflection, a faint sadness visible in his brother’s gaze.

Antonio sighed, feeling the razor’s weight in his hand as he continued the shave, his gaze flicking between Leo’s reflection and his own. “I suppose… I didn’t see a reason. Or maybe I was just afraid of what I’d find if I did.”

Leo nodded, almost to himself, as if Antonio had confirmed an unspoken suspicion. “We waited,” he murmured. “Longer than I’d care to admit. But father—he never doubted. He always knew you’d return.”

“Well, I didn’t,” Antonio replied shortly, his voice as steady as his hand against his jawline. He let the words hang, not yet ready to sift through the emotions they stirred.

Leo’s voice softened. “But aren’t you glad you came back now?”

A smile tugged at Antonio’s lips, though he said nothing. Instead, he focused on the last few careful strokes, wiping his face clean with a linen cloth. He reached for a shirt, slipping it over his shoulders as he turned to face Leo. “Indeed,” he said finally, breaking the silence with a playful grin. “I didn’t expect any of this. My imagination has always been lacking, brother.”

Leo chuckled, some of the tension easing from his face. “Ah, finding a fault in yourself—an unexpected revelation.”

“Careful now,” Antonio laughed, casting a sidelong glance at his brother. “Or I’ll find a fault or two in you next.”

The lightheartedness faded as he noticed Leo’s gaze drifting once more, as if his mind was caught somewhere far from this room. Antonio folded his arms, giving Leo a long, appraising look.

“What’s the matter?”

Leo hesitated, his mouth opening slightly, then closing. He forced a weak smile. “Oh, just tired.”

The lie was plain, familiar, and Antonio raised an eyebrow, knowing his brother’s silence spoke volumes. He sighed, his tone softening. “Leo, if you ever need to talk, you know I’ll listen. Or you could join me,” he offered lightly, reaching for his coat. “I’m meeting Beatrice and one of her friends. You could chaperone, play the part of the respectable twin for a change.”

Leo chuckled, the sound genuine but tinged with sadness. “Who would believe it?”

“Someone might,” Antonio shrugged, slipping on his coat. “Well? Coming?”

Leo stood, lingering near the doorway. “You deserve this, Antonio. The ease of it all. To know what you want… and to have it within reach.”

Antonio’s gaze softened. “Maybe I do, or maybe it’s just a matter of wanting it badly enough.”

As Antonio turned to leave, he felt Leo’s gaze steady and warm upon him. For the first time in a long while, Leo’s expression softened with something brighter than mere resignation. “Go on, then,” Leo said with a smile that reached his eyes. “Beatrice is waiting.”

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And of course, our last round of impressions

Lucrezia

It has been a long while since Andrea even considered adjusting his plans to something other than work. There are opportunities happening, he's done much before, near and far from Venice, he's been to Florence before, he's made houses across the continent before. Then, it felt quite stupid to think such thoughts when Lucrezia seemed alright with their upcoming departure, and he found himself wondering if he might have imagined how close they had become in the recent weeks. He surely did not, he was a realistic man in life - perhaps not work, but life surely. Then, he realized there was very little either of them could do like this. Perhaps it was something that came with a deadline.

Truth be told, Olympia realizes she is not going to have a lot of time to run around Venice in the following months, yet those short moments she would have had, she would not mind having Lucrezia around to share with. It felt unfair she had to leave, especially considering her husband did not want her in Modena in any case. She'll make a point of writing, of course, and make Lucrezia promise she would come back to Venice for the christening of her child, just because she needs a good excuse to do so.

Bice

Antonio never liked the idea of taking a traditional road towards happiness, and what was playing out right now seemed to be traditional and he was enjoying it. Tremendously, to be precise, as she would appreciate the precision, he was certain. It felt very strange how they ended up knowing so much about each other without trying to do so. Despite having another perception of himself, things with Bice came easily and for the first time in his life, he was not scared about taking any big steps or giving his word in front of everyone. He'd like them to marry in Venice, and soon, but before they could find a home, he would like for them to travel a little together (on land, clearly), wondering how she would feel about it.

Donata didn't imagine finding a friend when she did. She didn't imagine a lot of things happening in her life as they did, yet... they have. She is with child, and she is unsure if she should share that information with the father of the child, but then she is happy she did not have a doubt in her mind in regards to sharing it with Bice. There was another type of happiness that came with finding friends you believe would be friends for life.

Fleur

Bastiano didn't place too much hope things would turn around and change in a way that would be good for him and his family - and he felt stupid even thinking about anyone else but himself at this time, yet it fits so well. They fit well. It's been a while since something excited him as much (perhaps a sign of growth?) and he was insanely happy she said yes to the proposal when she did. He was happy they get to plan what was ahead of them now. He was happy they were going to spend time getting to know each other. He was happy, just happy.

Pia & Cesare are both happy about the decision she has made - both out of their own reasons, both seeing a different angle of the situation, which does not diminish the fact that they are, in fact, really happy. Cesare will insist they marry in Venice, and Olympia would make her promise to return to Venice for the christening as they will stand as godparents to the child (if/when they decide to move/travel).

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Lady Lucrezia Gonzaga

Name:
Lady Lucrezia Gonzaga, Duchessa consorte di Modena e Reggio at least till we get rid of her husband

Age: 24

FC: Anya Chalotra

Traits: Charming. Spoiled. Wild. Discreet when the situation calls for it. Ambitious. Flirty. Intelligent. Prideful. Sometimes a bit naïve. Doesn't always play by the rules. Impatient. Impulsive.

Bio:

Lucrezia has been spoiled in her upbringing as the oldest daughter of  Vincenzo Gonzaga, Duca di Mantova e di Monferrato, and his second wife Eleonora de' Medici. Since a young age, she has learned all about social rules and proper etiquette. As she grew older, she realised that rules were meant to be broken occasionally... especially if it meant gaining an advantage for herself. Her charms and smiles are her favourite weapon, and it isn't too hard to see that Lucrezia thinks highly of herself and her family.

It was Ferdinando's, her brother and the current Duca di Mantova e di Monferrato, decision that Lucrezia was to wed Francesco Este, Duca di Modena e Reggio only months after her 19th birthday. A man twice her age, recently widowed and already a father of four children... if not more if she thought of the rumours of his affairs to be true. There was no love between her and Francesco... in fact, he hardly paid attention to his young wife. Choosing to spend his time on the hunt, drinking, or in the company of his mistresses.

Not that Lucrezia particularly minded as it allowed her to have more freedom. She used the time for her interests as she always enjoyed arts and music. She would travel around the ducato and find time to visit her family occasionally. With her husband still not showing interest in her, Lucrezia started to seek the beds of other men... enjoying the pleasure and thrill it brought to her life. Always being careful and discreet about any of her affairs and she didn't want to bring shame to her family name.

Lucrezia has been residing in Venice for less than a month now. She enjoys being quite far away from her husband... it means more freedom and a chance to make connections with interesting people. Lucrezia wants to enjoy herself, and she is curious about what will happen during her stay.

Connections:

Lucrezia has heard the name of some of the important people in Venice... might even have seen them before, but she hasn't had the time yet to make any real Connections.

Cred to Nina

Venice, time to say goodbye

Happy News

"So, is it finale?" Eyebrow arched up. Olympia looked at the household staff members buzzing around the house.

"It is," Lucrezia pressed her lips together before she linked her arm with her friend's, "Please let's go for a walk... I could need some fresh air."

"What happened?" Olympia asked once they had ventured far enough away from the house, "I thought you wanted to write your brother a letter."

"I did, but I can't tell if he received it or not." Lucrezia sighed out, "Though I don't believe it matters much. Another letter from him arrived yesterday and his opinion hasn't changed."

"So, you are truly leaving?"

"I wish that there was another solution, but  I'm not too optimistic." Lucrezia licked over her lips, "My brother grows more impatient, and I fear he will personally come to Venice and make sure I go back to Modena."

"If the situation wasn't such a serious matter, I would almost find it funny that he cares more than your husband does." Olympia chuckled dryly, "When will you leave?"

Lucrezia led her to one of the benches at the Canal Grande, "After the Doge's celebration. I would love to stay longer, but I would rather not jinx it. I do love my brother, and part of me can understand his concerns."

"But I reckon another part of you wishes to enjoy the freedom you have here."

"You know me too well, Pia." The young woman smiled softly, "And I still hope to return to Venice one day."

"The city would welcome you anytime." Olympia replied, lips curled into a smile, "It almost feels like yesterday that we met... to believe that it had been months already."

"Time did indeed pass rather quickly." Lucrezia mused, "And quite a lot has happened. You know I did have a few expectations about Venice."

"And? Did all of them come true?"

"Even better... they were surpassed." She laughed, "The celebrations... the people I have met... all of it will remain as a memory in my heart."

"I'm glad to hear that." Olympia replied, "It is bittersweet that you are leaving, and yet I'm glad that I have met you."

"I feel the same."

Olympia's gaze darted to the right and to the left before she looked at Lucrezia again, "Maybe I can give you a very good reason why you have to return to Venice one day."

"Oh what is it?" Lucrezia asked, voice laced with curiosity.

"I'm with child. But please don't tell anyone yet... Cesare and I want to wait until it is visible."

Lucrezia blinked for a few seconds before she pulled Olympia into a hug, "Oh, that are wonderful news. And don't worry my lips will be sealed." Moving back she looked at her friend, "I hope that one day I will come back and visit you and your child."

"That would be wonderful."

Bittersweet Moment

...stop this foolishness and return to Modena. You knew of the responsibilities that came with your marriage...

With a curse, Lucrezia crumbled the piece of paper between her fingers. Part of her knew that she had to stop torturing herself by re-reading her brother's latest letter. It only made her feel more angry and resigned about a situation that could no longer be changed.

"Duchessa?"

"Yes?" Turning her head she noticed Vittoria standing in the open door.

"Signore Palladio is here to see you."

Lucrezia hadn't seen Andrea since that night she had sneaked out under the cover of darkness and her cloak to spend time with him... that night she had spoken about her impending departure from Venice.

The young woman blinked a few times, "Please send him in."

"Bad news?" Andrea said once he had stepped into the salon.

Lucrezia's gaze drifted down to the table... paper was scattered everywhere and with a sigh, she dropped the crumbled letter onto the floor.

"Something like that." She breathed out, "My brother remains unchanged in his opinion that I shall return back to Modena."

"When are you set to leave?"

"Three days after the Doge's celebration." She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, "I had hoped to delay it for a few more days but my brother has proven once more what a stubborn man he can be." She sat down on the couch, hands collected in her lap as she looked at him, "Please sit."

"Last time you seemed undisturbed in this decision."

"Last time?" Eyebrows knitted together she followed his moments until he settled down next to her, "I'm not sure if I follow."

"It was when I shared my news about my departure to Firenze." Andrea explained, "You mentioned your return to Modena but I was under the impression that it didn't bother you much."

"Oh," Lucrezia breathed out, "I thought it would be better... to act this way because I know that I will miss Venice and the people... that I will miss Olympia and you."

And what happened between us... She added in her mind not daring to voice that would should have been just an affair had spiralled out of control.

"I think I understand now, Lucrezia." He said a small smile tugging on his lips, "The circumstances certainly don't sound easy."

"No, they are not." Lucrezia agreed with a small nod of her head, "But I don't regret my time in Venice... otherwise I would have never met you, Andrea."

"I enjoyed the time with you as well, Lucrezia." He replied, "Would you stay if you could?"

"Yes." She replied without hesitation, "And I'm still hoping that I will return one day." She tugged a loose strand of her hair back, "What about you? Will Venice see you again once you have finished your work in Firenze?"

"This is a decision that I can't control." Andrea explained, "As an architect I can never say where my work might lead me next."

As Lucrezia locked eyes with him, she didn't miss the way her heart jumped... and how much part of her wished that they would meet one day again.

One last time

"I heard congratulations are in order." Smile tugging on her lips Lucrezia caught Antonio in a moment alone.

"Grazie." He returned the smile, "Sometimes it still does feel a bit surreal."

"Oh, I can imagine." Lucrezia's gaze drifted over to Beatrice engaged in a conversation with Donata, "But I'm not to worried about the two of you... she is happy and so are you."

"Will you still be here when the wedding happens?"

She chuckled dryly, "Unless you plan to get married within in the next three days, I fear not."

Antonio frowned, "I had heard that you would leave Venice but I had been hoping that it wouldn't been this soon."

"So did I but unfortunately, life doesn't always play the way we want." A sigh slipped past Lucrezia's lips, "But don't let me spoil your good mood... the night is too beautiful for that."

"It is indeed." Antonio agreed with a small nod of his head, "And I hope that you did fully enjoy your time in Venice."

"That I did for certain and I will never forget my time here."


♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Is there anything you haven't told me?"

Lucrezia tilted her head to look at Pia, "What are you talking about?" She brought the goblet of wine to her lips.

"Andrea and you." Olympia pointed out casually, "Your glances in his direction were not too hard to notice."

"I was not..." the protest died on her lips, "Or did I?"

"Well, a few times you were." Pia placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "What exactly happened between the two of you?"

The young woman licked over her lips, "I fear that things between us might have spiralled out of my control."

"Oh?"

Lucrezia drank the rest of her wine, "I can't speak for Andrea but part of doesn't want to leave and I would be lying if I didn't say that he was part of the reason why."

"Have you told him?" Pia asked.

"What would it change? I'm still married and Andrea is set to leave for Firenze in a few days." Lucrezia breathed out, "Even if I told him..." she shook her head. "Quite the mess, isn't it?"

"Mess or not, I still believe it would be worth a try. What is the worst that could happen?"

"Oh, plenty of things." She chuckled dryly. Her gaze found Andrea again... standing on the other side of the room. A pleasant shiver ran down a spine as his eyes locked with hers and she swallowed hard.

"But maybe you are right and I should say something." Lucrezia breathed out.


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"Beautiful isn't it?" Lucrezia stepped outside on the balcony leaning against the railing next to Andrea.

In the light of the torches she could see parts of the gardens were in bloom... a sign that summer was upon them.

"It is," he agreed with a soft smile on his lips, "Quite fitting for the occassion." He turned his body in her direction, "Would you like to dance?"

"Gladly."

His hands touched hers as they moved to the rhythm of the music... heart beating against her chest, she found it quite hard to tear her gaze away from him.

"Do I have something on my face?" Andrea asked with a playful chuckle.

"What? No..." she was quick to reply, "I was just lost in my thoughts."

"Good thoughts I hope."

"Only... how could I think anything bad in such a beautiful moment... during such a beautiful celebration." A smile tugged on her lips as his hand found hers again.

"And it is going to be even better." Andrea whispered with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh?" Eyebrow arched up she glanced at him, "Why does it feel like you know something that I don't?"

He laughed, "Experience... and the advantage of living in Venice for a few years now."

The dance came to an end way too soon and with regret on her mind she took a step back when Andrea reached out taking hold of her arm.

"You don't want to miss the moment, don't you?"

"You are still speaking in riddles, Andrea." Lucrezia chuckled as she accepted his arm, "But you most certainly have my attention."

Her breath hitched as he leaned down slightly, "I overheard the Doge talking about fireworks he had prepared for the night."

Arms resting on the railing, she stood next to him... smile on her lips while her mind was racing whether she should tell him about the feelings that troubled her for days. But no matter how much she tried no word came from her lips.

As the fireworks went of with a loud bang and in mix off different colors and shapes, Lucrezia's gaze drifted over to Andrea and with a bittersweet smile she realised that a part of her heart would forever remain with him.

Life goes on in Modena

May 1673

With a heavy sigh, Lucrezia looked out of the carriage window... the first houses of Modena already visible in the distance. The realisation that Venice was truly a closed chapter in her life now hit her hard and for a brief moment she was tempted to jump out of the carriage and run as far and as fast as she could.

There was no welcoming party once the carriage came to a halt within the courtyard. Lucrezia frowned and with a slight shake of her head she stepped outside.

"Where is my husband?" She asked one of the servants bustling around the courtyard.

"Duca Francesco has left for the hunt this morning. He is not set to return by a fortnight."

"Why am I not surprised?" Lucrezia muttered under her breath.

The hallways were surprisingly empty... a sign that most of the important people had decided to join Francesco on another of his unnecessary hunts.

Loud footsteps made her turn her head and a smile appeared on her lips once she spotted   Isabella - Francesco's oldest daughter - at the end of the hallway.

"I just heard the news." Isabella said with a beaming smile before she closed the distance pulling Lucrezia into a hug, "Why haven't you announced your return?"

Despite the age difference of 7 years, they always felt more like sisters than daughter and stepmother.

"I thought your father knew?" Eyebrows knitted together she looked at the girl.

Isabella shook her head, "If he knew, he didn't tell me anything." She linked her arm with Lucrezia's, "But it doesn't matter... you are here now and I hope you won't leave too soon again."

Lucrezia licked over her lips, "I do intend to stay for the next time."

"That's good." Isabella smiled, "I have missed you and I believe that you arrived just in the right time."

"I did?" Lucrezia chuckled, "What aren't you telling me? You are almost buzzing with excitement."

"Father spoke about arranging a match for me."

Lucrezia's heart dropped... Isabella was still so young - barely 18 - and full of hopes and dreams. It was a situation Lucrezia could relate to all well.

"Are you excited?" She asked glancing at the girl from the side.

"Yes but also nervous. The first suitors are to travel to Modena the next week." Isabella explained, "But now you are back and I know you will do everything to support me as much as I can."

"Of course, I will." Lucrezia smiled softly.

... and if I only do it to save you from suffering from the same fate that I did.

July 1673

... I'm thrilled to hear that the pregnancy is progressing without any incidents. And yet, my dearest Pia, please take care of yourself and the unborn baby.

I wish that I had some exciting news to tell but Modena is the same as well. My husband still chooses to spend his time drinking, hunting and in the company of his mistresses. Sometimes, I do wonder why I decided to follow...

The rest of the sentence remained unwritten as a loud knock on the door broke through her thoughts.

"Yes?" Lucrezia called out putting the pen back into the pot of ink.

It was Isabella that opened the door... looking like an absolute mess and immediately her heart dropped. Lucrezia crossed the room with big strides taking a hold of the girl's arm.

"What happened?"

Isabella looked up with teary eyes and her lips quivered, "He is..." More tears rolled down her cheeks and her whole body was shaking.

"Who is? Bella, I need you to remain calm and tell me what happened." Lucrezia softly cradled the girl's face between her hands, "Did something happen to one of your brothers?"

Alfonso and his youngest brother Rinaldo had joined Francesco for another hunt. Only Isabella and her sister Maria had decided to stay in Modena.

"No, it is..." Isabella's voice broke again, "Father... he is dead."

It took Lucrezia's mind to catch up with the meaning of Bella's message... her husband was dead. There was no sadness clouding her mind... also no feeling of joy or relief.

There was nothing but emptiness inside of her and she didn't known how to react. So, Lucrezia simply hugged Isabella tighter letting her cry against her shoulder.

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Lucrezia cursed under her breath as she sorted through Francesco's correspondence. It was nothing but a mess.

"Shouldn't that be Alfonso's task?"

She looked up in surprise taking in the sight of her brother Ferdinando standing in the door with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"He has just lost his father. You should understand better than anyone how he might feel in this situation."

"And you just lost your husband." He pointed out closing the door behind him.

"A husband that I never loved." Lucrezia retorted with a bitter smile, "Alfonso asked for my help and why should I turn him away?"

"Yet you mourn him." Ferdinando said with a pointed look at her black gown.

"Because it is expected from me." She bit back, "You and probably everyone else in Modena knew that our marriage was nothing but a charade... that there was no love between us." The young woman let out a tired sigh, "I have done my duty, Ferdinando. What else do you expect me to do now?"

"I know that I asked a lot of you, Luca." He reached across the table for her hand, "I want you to be smart now."

"And I will be smart once the time is right.  But first I have to deal with this mess that Francesco left behind." Lucrezia frowned, "So, did you come to bicker with me or to help?"

"How bad is it?" Ferdinando asked picking up a piece of paper.

"I didn't get very far yet... there a few letters from families wishing to send a suitor to Modena in hopes of arranging a match for Isabella." The young woman explained, "But that is something I leave up to Alfonso to decide."

"What about him? I heard news about a betrothal a few months ago."

"Yes, he and Laura Martinozzi were to be wed this year but her family was very understandable that the wedding has been delayed till the next summer." Lucrezia said before she picked up a new letter, "I wouldn't be surprised if he decides the same for Isabella."

"You don't agree that there is a match to be arranged for her."

"No, I don't." She replied sharper than she had intended.

"Luca, you know I only thought it would be the best..."

"Please... let's not reopen old wounds." Lucrezia interrupted him with a heavy sigh, "What happened can't be changed now."

October 1673

It was a busy Saturday morning... the market square of Modena was buzzing with people and yet Lucrezia navigated with ease through the crowd. Her heart felt lighter these days..  the duchy rested now in the hands of Alfonso and soon she would be done with her mourning period. On some days, Lucrezia hated the sight of herself dressed in a black gown in the mirror days... on other days it was a sign that she was free now.

Now and then she caught herself thinking of  Firenze and wondering if Andrea was still there or if he had long ventured to his next assignment. She knew it was nothing but a foolish thought and yet part of her remained hopeful that she would see him again one day.

"Good Morning, Signora Caterina." Lucrezia greeted the young woman tending a stall that sold one of the best fruits and vegetables in Modena.

"Buongiorno Lady Gonzaga." Caterina replied  smile tugging on her lips, "What can I do for you?"

The sentence died on Lucrezia's lips when she spotted a familiar face in the crowd... Andrea. She blinked a few times but he didn't disappear... remained engaged in a conversation with another merchant.

"Oh, that is Signore Palladio." Caterina explained most likely believing Lucrezia's silence to be out of confusion.

"When did he arrive?" Lucrezia asked though her voice was nothing but a whisper. Andrea had yet to notice her and part of her was tempted to turn and run.

"Last week from what I had heard. People are saying that he is an architect." Caterina kept on chatting cheerfully.

Lucrezia's breath hitched and her heart stopped for a second when Andrea's gaze met hers. All her plans to disappear unseen vanished from one second to the next. Her feet moved on their own and before she had registered what happened she was standing in front of Andrea.

"What are you..." the words got stuck in her throat and a knot formed in her stomach, "I don't even know what to say."

"You could start with saying Good Morning." Andrea smiled playfully, "But I can understand that it must be quite a surprise for you."

"It is." Lucrezia licked over her lips, "Are you staying longer?"

"Until my newest assignment is finished and then I will see." He replied, "Cardinal Orsini asked me to take care of a piece of land owned by his family. It seems that Villa Foscari left and impression on not just you."

Lucrezia knew the piece of land he spoke of and it gave her hope that he would remain in Modena for a little while longer.

"I have heard about your husband, Lucrezia. My condolences."

"Grazie, Andrea." A small smile tugged on her lips.

"I must admit though that you were downplaying the beauty of Modena." Andrea jested, "Beautiful buildings almost everywhere I look... Cardinal Orsini had been so kind and arrange a house for my stay."

"Did he?"

"Mhm, a bit closer to the city walls and with a beautiful fresco on the exterior walls." He continued his casual explanation, "Maybe you have seen it before."

Lucrezia swallowed hard not missing the double meaning behind his words and she would be lying if she claimed not to be affected by his words.

"But I will let you going back to your business now, Lucrezia." Smile tugging on his lips he pointed at the empty basket in her hands, "It was nice seeing you again."

"I hope it won't be the last time we see each othe, Andrea."


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Lucrezia's willpower lasted three days before it crumpled... three days of ignoring the fact that Andrea was in Modena. Hood pulled deep into her face she moved swiftly through the empty streets of Modena. Heart racing and more than once she questioned if it was truly a wise decision to sneak out and see him. But she knew the longer she stayed away, the harder it was going to be.

Taking a deep breath she knocked on the door and the whole situation felt all too similar for Lucrezia... and once again it felt like an eternity until Andrea opened the door. Except that this time it seemed that he had been expecting her visit.

"I almost thought you wouldn't come." He said once the door was closed behind them.

"It wasn't an easy decision to be made." Lucrezia admitted licking over her lips, "And I'm still not sure if it was wise from me."

"Why did you come then?"

The young woman shivered under the intense gaze from his blue eyes, "I have missed you, Andrea." She admitted and it felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from her heart, "More than once I thought about leaving to Firenze hoping that you would still be there."

"You did?" Andrea blinked, "It would have been a lovely surprise indeed but I'm here now... and you didn't risk leaving only to find me gone."

Lucrezia pulled her lower lip between her teeth... part of her longed to reach out and close the distance between him. She wanted to touch him and never let him go.

"Though my timing might not be the best one."

"What do you mean?" Eyebrows knitted together she looked at him.

"You are still mourning, Lucrezia."

She took a hold of his hand... shiver running down her spine when she felt his skin under her fingers, "Not much longer... the three months will be soon over."

"And then?" He asked looking down at her, "What do you want Lucrezia?"

"You... only you." She whispered before closing the distance between them. Oh, how she had missed being able to touch him... to kiss him.

"We should wait till your mourning is over." Andrea whispered forehead pressed against hers.

"Agreed." Smile tugging on her lips... she stole another quick kiss, "I love you, Andrea."

"And I love you, Lucrezia."

March 1674

Oh, how she had missed Venice. Arms crossed in front of her chest she looked out of the window and down onto Canal Grande. Pia's letter about the upcoming christening of her son - Giovanni, born healthy merely two months ago - had arrived just at the right time. As much as she enjoyed Modena, especially with Andrea at her side, there was still part of her longing to return to Venice.

"Why am I not surprised to find you here?" Arms wrapped around her waist she found herself being pulled into a loving embrace, "The canal always seemed to be your favourite place." He leaned down pressing  a kiss on her cheek.

"Mhm, you know me too well." Lucrezia mused with a smile on her lips, "I still hope that one day I will be able to enjoy this view everyday."

"I know... you keep mentioning it." He chuckled playfully into her ear, "The works at the Villa are going well... I hope for them to be done this year."

She slipped out of his embrace before turning around, "And then you are all mine again?" Placing one of her hands around his neck she slowly pulled him down closer to her.

"I am already yours." Andrea closed the remaining the distance pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

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"Pia!" Lucrezia's lips were curled into a bright smile once she spotted her friend outside the church looking radiant and elegant as ever.

Throwing her arms around the young woman she pulled her into a tight hug.

"Oh, how I have missed you." Lucrezia breathed out, "It has been way too long."

"Which is hardly my fault. I did keep inviting you." Olympia reminded her with a playful chuckle, "How long are you staying?"

"I know but I'm here now." She smiled, "A week. But I'm hopeful to return again later this year and if we manage to take care of the business in Modena we hope to stay."

"Oh, who is we?" Eyebrow arched up Olympia's gaze drifted past Lucrezia's shoulder till she spotted Andrea in the crowd, "Andrea? And you didn't breath a word in one of your letters. What happened?"

"I wanted to surprise you and it worked." Lucrezia chuckled, "Well, it was a surprise for me too to see him in Modena one day and I should have known better to stay away as I was officially mourning."

"Mhm, looks like it didn't stop you though." Olympia teased playfully.

"Not quite but how could I when I knew that I love him?" She smiled softly.

"By the looks, I would say that he loves you too." The young woman returned the smile, "What did your brother say? I must admit when I heard about your husband's death, I was worried what your brother might do."

Lucrezia licked over her lips, "It wasn't easy but I think Ferdinando is slowly coming to terms that if I marry again it will be Andrea and no one else." Her gaze briefly drifted over to Andrea who looked at her with a smile, "But enough about me.. where are Cesare and Giovanni? I can't wait to finally see your child."

Olympia linked her arm with Lucrezia's, "Come, let's go before you will burst with impatience."

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Beatrice Cornaro
Face claim: Maddison Jaizani
Age: 22
Interests: Antonio (romantic bby, is he puts up with her), Donata (friend and idol and confidante)

XVIII. Neat

“They couldn’t have planned it out better themselves.”

Two – to be – adjoining houses were gathered out on the lawn in the gardens of Villa Foscari. The merry gathering shared refreshments and bites to eat under parasols. The sun shone down to honour the day and occasion of the upcoming union, at least in accordance to the acting of the proud fathers engrossed in never ending agreeable conversations. Any contradicting opinions put off for the coming month. The couple tasked with walking down the aisle were practising, by the look of it, side by side along garden paths, turning to keep in view of the party.

“And they are sure to take half the credit. At least,” Antonio responded to Beatrice’s remark.

“Does it bother you?” The question was a sincere one. She was getting better at reading him, knew more how he thought and reasoned but there was still some way to go.

“Are you bothered by it?

“No,” she said plainly, humouring his diversion. “But then I always knew I would do it neatly. There might be other happy aspects of marriage I wasn’t expecting,” she added the last with a smile. 

“You are lucky I came along then,” he grinned wickedly at her, softly bumping his shoulder to hers.

“Oh, you are such a peacock.”

“Their pride over making us come about,” he said after his laugh had rung out, “it matters little to me as long as we get our happiness out of it.”

“You are happy then.” The query was a soft one, as Beatrice stared down the path ahead of them.

“Are you still questioning that?”

A light touch to her arm had her look up to meet his eyes. It was such a simple thing but it helped to convince her, she smiled with a small shrug.

“I think I’ll be even more happy when it is passed – when we are one in the eyes of god.” He didn’t say it in a way which disregarded the holy in matrimony but simply that their own agreement was the important essence. The way he self-governed fascinated her. “As it seems they have doubled down on this charade of chaperones ever since we’ve been announced.”

“We are in the public eye now. If you don’t insult their conventions, you’ll find there is leeway to bend them.”

They walked a little further before finding a seat on a bench in the shadow of a blooming rosebush.

Beatrice had been serious about her embarrassment over not having had anything to give him in return, when he first declared himself at Easter. It wasn’t much, but she hopefully would have years to perfect gift giving, tailored for him. The order finished the day before and she was excited to give it to him.

The box she produced was long and slim and contained a letter knife in silver and a handle of marble, polished to the smoothest touch. Beatrice had, with help from Donata, asked Andrea for some scrap pieces of stone from the construction of the villa, she told Antonio while handing it over.

“I’m afraid Signore Palladio will think me a terrible arbitrary and sentimental creature for asking for it.”

“A high price to pay,” he teased, stroking the smooth, cold handle. “Thank you,” he said, looking at her after closing it up, and putting the exchanged gift away.

She had become better to meet and keep his gaze, but it was unfair of him to look at her like that, when they were observed and she could do nothing about it.

“What is it?” She could feel a flush creeping up her neck.

“I’m just appreciating and savouring your … sentiment.”

She grimaced.

“‘I’ll find my way to your heart’, who was it that started with the soppy?” Bice pressed his hand as she laughed.

XIV. Fools in Love

“Does he know?”

“He knows as much as he needs to.” Donata kept the ever pleasant smile across her lips, as befitting the party setting.

Of course Beatrice wanted to ask: According to whom? But of course she didn’t. Because, what would she have done? Had she found herself in a similar position. She had no clue. It was one thing to offer support and advice when it was asked for, another to demand action she had no right to. And the support would remain, she had ensured Donata, near or far, to the point of Donata laughingly had to insist Bice to stop.

Instead when they met they tried to focus on other things. Donata insisted to assist in the detangling Bice’s, at times, overly complicated feelings and acted the best possible chaperone when needed. Without once blinking at the fact she was bringing about a romance and courtship so cruelly denied to her. They would talk about the beauty of the city and of places far off and, yet, unseen. As future perils and adventures were taking them away from Venice.

Having left Donata in the company of Andrea, Beatrice joined Antonio and his brother, and the stream of friends who came by for a chat. Antonio easily made space for her next to him, whispering tidbits into her ear that made her lose her poise to choke back a laugh in the middle of the conversation. It might have been needed too.

Of course she wanted to learn to love his brother, but under the current circumstances her awkwardness had a tendency to act up worse than usual around Leonardo.

“We are going to sneak away now,” Antonio leaned in to declare once they were just a trio once more.

“By all means, don’t mind me,” Leonardo chuckled.

Snapping back to the conversation Bice looked straight at Leo. She had been gazing off, having caught sight of Donata casting a glance to the back of the golden lion’s mane.

“You are a fool, you know.”

He chuckled, only a slight creese to his brow.

“Are these loving notes going to continue even after I am to call you sister?” He joked away the seriousness of it.

Beatrice narrowed her eyes at him for a mere moment before she forced a smile instead, trying to make it look friendly. “On this topic, I’ll not mention it again, but I hope we’ll grow close enough to continue with honesty in the future.”

“Where are we going?” She asked as they quietly departed the crowd.

“To get the best view of the fireworks show,” Antonio said, and then added. “What was that about?”

Beatrice wondered what she could say, when it wasn’t her place to say anything. She already regretted saying anything at all. Stopping, she turned to face him.

“I’m not a good liar,” she said plainly, “you’d find that out soon enough, so would you trust me if I say I’ll tell you once we can do nothing about it?”

His brow grew more quizzical the further she spoke. Thoughts racing between the clues he had already gained. If he was smart enough he would figure it out. Perhaps if he did, she wouldn’t have to bear this conundrum on her own. But those were selfish thoughts. Leonardo was his brother and she could not expect him to tell him.

“I’m trying very hard not to meddle,” she said, obviously frustrated.

Her whiny desperation had him smile lopsidedly. “If that was you trying very hard…”

“I’m doing a very poor job of it,” she grimaced.

And with that she grabbed his hand to start up again to continue in the direction they had been heading, that would be that for now.

“Bice.” He remained in place, the pull on her hand causing her to spin towards him again and as she did, his eyes deep and dark in the night. He pulled her in to kiss. One arm around her midriff, the other hand handling itself into the hair at the nape.

There was a fierceness in the way he seemed to want her – company and kisses. Nothing had prepared her for how flattering it was to feel that, and stirred awake by someone you desired in equal measure. What had started as peckish, by each kiss they shared, grew more ravenous.

With barely a glance around and a breath in between Bice kissed Antonio back with a laugh bubbling on her lips, wrapping her arms around him in turn.

The truth was, she was no less of a fool. A fool in love. Only hoping she was in possession of all the facts. That this journey with him would lead to happiness. Because as soon as she had yielded and laid her heart in his hands, she might as well, too, have lost half her head in the bargain.

She simply had to trust.

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Lady Fleurance de Châtillon Duchess of Beaupréau

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A beige, squared cloth fluttered before Bastiano grasped the edges and neatly spread it over the green grass. Fluer already settled and patted on the ground for him to sit down, - “I thought about you the other day,” she says before he had a chance to voice a thought. If he wondered he wouldn’t have posed the question either way. Her words brought a smile to his lips as he sat down, - “and due to the exhilaration during Easter I never properly gave you a gift.”

“I’d be content without one,” her skirt is puffed up around her as she’s on her knees.

“I wouldn’t be,” maybe it’s because she likes being spoiled herself that she felt a tremendous weight over missing the chance to give him the gift. Fleur nudges his hands open and places the gift in his palm. - “Since I missed the correct date I made an alternation,” wedged in his hand was a pocket watch embellished with a rose on the outside and their engagement date etched on the inside.

“Thank you.” She’s already turned her attention towards the packed basket as her face flushed.

“Can’t think of someone else I’d like to start anew with,” Fleur places a bottle and glasses between them.

“The feeling is mutual,” little critters teemed with life around them, a constant buzzing as they traveled from flower to flower. - “I should return with you and congratulate Olympia and Cesare personally.”

“He’d appreciate the gesture,” Fleur settled back next to him with a glass of wine in her hand, - “about time he figured out how baby making works. Do you know?” She pushes his foot with her own and he smiles with a small nod. - “We should go to France before the wedding,” the grass feels soft against her back and the clouds slowly cruised by.

“Could go before? We could even have the wedding in France,” Bastiano looks down at her his body eclipsed the sun.

“Then your family wouldn’t be there. Or your friends,” a straw tickled her cheek.

“Neither is yours here,” he points out.

“Could elope on our own,” Fleurance tilts her head towards the sky again.

“I don’t mind,” she hears him shuffling and feels the wind pressure as he lays down beside her.

“Neither do I. Just wish us married,” a warmth spreads across her fingers as they interlock with his.

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With a heavy heart, I am closing Round 5 now. Epilogues are coming very soon!

And here we go! Thank you, ladies, for joining the contest and sticking through thick and thin with it! I had such a fun time co-living in this world with your characters, so wonderfully crafted, keeping me fully immersed in their stories as if we've been friends for a long time.

I'm aware we all had life throw stuff at us during these five weeks, and I will once again thank you for taking the time to bring the stories to life. Winners are usually announced at the end, but it would have been a very hard task to do, and I am indecisive as hell, so it's a three-way tie if it even matters.



Bice was insanely fun to read. Kept me guessing. Grinning. You name it, I have probably done it at one point. And it's been a ride, it took me a line to grow fond of her, from sibling bickering all the way to the love-related moments between her Antonio, and of course, the wonderfully heartfelt relationship she developed with Donata. I loved the love she always knew how to wake up in others. Thank you for bringing her to life and choosing to do so in Moonlit Revelry.



There must be some special chemistry happening when you decide to write widows paving their own path during different parts of history, and while you keep telling me historical fiction is not your thing, you also keep proving yourself wrong. Fleurance was charming in her own accord, understated seductiveness in the way she always knew who she was. Thank you for sharing her with us, it's been an utter pleasure to read.



The realistic stance Luce brought into the story, knowing well enough of what life was for her, then spending time refusing to play along. She was there to have fun, sure, yet she walked away with the love of her life and I was extremely happy to see the epilogue was not an unhappy one, not in the least. I've enjoyed her store tremendously, enjoying how you were keeping the underlying note of optimism all the way to the (happy) end.

Once more, thank you for your time and your stories <3

EDIT: Epilogues might not be incoming, I can't seem to focus on things right now, and want to properly write it out, without just posting the bulletpoint list I had. So it might have to come up on another day. Or later today. Not sure.

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Let me start by saying Thank you!!!

It has been fun, joy, excitement and a lot of other nice words (that all have escaped my head now) from the beginning.

Exploring your world is always something that I enjoy... connecting to your Paper People and writing Lucrezia had been no exception.

Her Happy Ending was something that needed to be written cause she deserves it and with Andrea at her side I know that she will be very happy.

Oh, and Pia... her platonic soulmate. Writing their scenes together always made me smile.

I'm happy to hear that you enjoyed her story ❤️

I can't wait to see what you wonderful idea you will come up next

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Thank you for this month of revelry! I felt like I was flapping around for a good deal of it and you were a good deal of the reason I didn't give up on it. And thank you for thanks for indulging me with the mystery man writing, as I'm pretty sure I would have chosen Antonio on my own and what a loss that would have been. Cheers