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Lucrezia Borgia COURT Seelie TITLE Treun Diplomat OCCUPATION Diplomat ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL No RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Treun RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Treun MAJOR EVENTS HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ]

PLANS Keeping power in Treun, mostly helping other shardbearers. SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS Currently helping shardbearers end anti-shardbearer sentiment in Treun. TIMELINE OF EVENTS SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) MARCH - Cesare come to Treun -planning a day for shardbearers give back to the people of Treun APRIL 15 - Description DATE - Description SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) DATE - Description DATE - Description DATE - Description FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) DATE - Description DATE - Description DATE - Description WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) DATE - Description DATE - Description DATE - Description SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) DATE - Description DATE - Description DATE - Description

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[naytheist]

[When Cesare catches sight of his sister, his smile is broad and unreserved. He moves towards her and holds his arms out wide, immediately pulling her into an embrace. Any time spent apart from his sister is difficult enough, but it has been long, too long since he laid his eyes on her, touched her, felt her in his arms. He breathes in the familiar floral scent of her perfume and it feels like home.]

It has been a while, Sis.

[He clasps her face in his hands and places a firm kiss to her cheek before looking at her, not letting go, keeping her close. Had it not been for the guards, he would not have been quite so restained.]

Hos is Treun treating you?

[pontificus]

[It is hard not to clutch, to touch at him, when he so offers himself for a hug. She cannot pull herself away. It is him, real and truly. It is no trick, and it the man she knows. Her eyes briefly close when he wraps his arms around him.]

It is no Rome, but then perhaps that makes it safer for a Borgia. [She only separates to step back and view him in the same light. She doesn't pay mind to the guards. They are Spaniards after all, and it has been far too long since she has seen him.]

And you? How was the war? [She checks for any visible wounds though he seemed cavalier enough about bandaging his arm. It does not make her worry any less.]

[naytheist]

[He laughs low and deep and slips his arms around her waist, giving her a squeeze.]

It was spectacular. [Truly, she has no idea quite how much he enjoyed it, how great a thrill it was to spill blood so ruthlessly. She is probably lucky that she has not seen him as such, with his eyes wide, his heart pounding and his teeth gritted, slicing through men he deemed equal in dignity but lesser in skill.

He dips his head down, playfully attempting to move into her line of sight as she looks him over.]

Are you looking for damage, Sis?

[pontificus]

[She leads him into the grand estate, arm in arm with him. The smile cannot be tamed as she keeps her eyes upon him as they walk. He seems to have done well, and despite the fact they are on opposing sides, she is still proud of him as much as he is proud of her raise in rank.]

Cannot a sister ask after her dearest brother? [She raises her brows, though he clearly knows her well enough.]

I believe you if you say you are well, but I shall always worry. As sure as you have for me even if I was far from the line itself.

[naytheist]

[Cesare pulls a wry smile and nods.]

Always.

[He doubts Lucrezia will ever understand quite how much he worries about her or how often he is concerned for her well being. Perhaps it is better that she doesn't know.

But it has been a long time since he has seen her and the distance has provided him with a necessity to close the gap, an urge to recommence what they had begun back in Rome. He has had...other outlets for such energy in the Drabwurld, yes. But Lucrezia is different. He would be lying if he said he did not long for her.

Once she leads him inside and they are rid of guards or onlookers, he moves and pulls the two of them together, his hand on her hip, pushing her against the wall as he smiles at her, his breathing slightly short. If only he knew that she has no idea of their past (or rather future) liaisons. ]

If you had any idea how much I missed you...

[pontificus]

[Perhaps it is not much of a surprise, the way he rushes her to a secretive corner as she eagerly chirps on about the house itself. Hushed away behind great columns, she nearly misses his hand on her hip. It is intimate, but not alarming. They are close after all and such actions are not out of the realm of possibility.

His words and affections make her smile wider, touched at just how much he truly seems to mean those words.]

You have me here, brother. In the flesh. [She does not completely pick up on his connotation, but she does look into both eyes almost expecting some sort of explanation. There must be more to his words and actions, surely.]

[naytheist]

[Her reaction strikes him as a little odd (in truth, he had half expected her to pull him in, lean up and kiss him there), but, although it's peculiar, he hasn't quite understood why she has acted as she has, nor has he understood the significance of it. Perhaps they aren't truly alone, he thinks. The two of them need some privacy before they can shed their clothes and share their secrets.

His eyes look over her face, taking her in, before he leans over to speak quietly in her ear.]

Can we be alone somewhere, Sis? And not interrupted?

[pontificus]

[What he asks of her is not the strangest, but for a moment her brows crinkle as she looks back up at him. But something must be serious if he als for more privacy. She looks about them, peering around a column. None of the staff is around, and if he insists on it, she can take him to the den or her personal rooms.]

My rooms are just upstairs if you have need of them.

[But what would need more privacy than a small alcove? She looks more concerned for him. Is the war worse than she thinks?]

[naytheist]

[Lucrezia looks too confused and it makes him concerned. His brow furrows and he grows serious, leaning in to speak with her quietly. His hand reaches up to cup her face, thumb tracing along her cheekbone.]

Is all well, Sis? You seem queer.

[Is she safe in this place? Or is she a hostage here, as she was back home? Something seems very off indeed.]

[pontificus]

As good as it can be with you here now, [She answers truthfully. Lucrezia keeps herself close, one hand holding on to the open neck of his shirt.]

Tell me, is the war well? Are you safe? [Perhaps he has had to flee, and now he has someone out for him. If that is the case, she shall call for more guards, maybe leave the manor altogether.]