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Lucrezia Borgia
 Posted: Jan 30 2015, 12:08 AM
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The morning sun found the only daughter of the Pope wide away and eager to get a start on the day. The greying light faded into shades of purple and pink as the sun managed to peek over the distant hills. A wide-eyed Lucrezia laid in her bed, watching the seas of color from beyond the open balcony doors. Upper teeth lightly bit her lower lip, simply in awe of the sceptical, never before had she seen a more perfect sunrise, as if God was putting on the show just for her. He made the trails of orange and pink chase the decaying grey and purple from sight as the pinks began to swell into a strong current of reds and yellows before finally giving way to a cast of light blue. Perhaps this was God's way of expressing his thanks, as if saying her Father's ascension to the Papal Throne was divine and right in His all-knowing eyes. Despite the matter Lucrezia choose to accept this as reality.

Finally, the long awaited rapping on the door finally arrived. "My Lady Borgia, are you awake in dere?" The voice was elegant, but clung to a strong Spanish accent.

"Yes, Im awake." Replied Lucrezia as she sat up in her bed. The gold doorknob turned and in trounced a short women whos years did not count much past her own. Her hair was black as the raven and her complexion darker than most, all giving evidence to her Latin origin. Father had seen best to purchase a Spanish hand-maid from their ancestral homeland to tend to Lucrezia.

"Dis is good. We hab a busy day today Miss" Announced Camila as she placed the linens on the vanity, but the pitcher of water in her hand she kept. From the vanity she pulled out a porcelain bowl with a silver rim. Camila emptied the pitcher of warm water into the bowl and set the clean linens beside it. Lucrezia clambered out of bed and made her way over to the bowl, passing the dark haired Camila as she made her way to the closet to pick out a day dress. Lucrezia bent over a the waist and began to was her face with the warm water. Once she felt she was clean she she picked up a linen and dried her face and hands. "How about dis one?" Questioned the Spanish woman as she held up a peach colored taffeta gown.

With a smile Lucrezia nodded to Camila agreeing with her selection and soon nimble fingers made quick work of the laces in the front of her night gown. It was strange to stand before another woman in nothing but her own skin, Lucrezia was now coming into womanhood and she felt awkward in her body. She lifted her arms and attempted to cover her emerging breasts from the Latina maid. A puzzled expression crossed the dark features of Camila as her charge began to behave strangely. Never before had she attempted to cover herself for modesty's sake and she had seen her naked many times before. But, instead of saying anything Camila opted to say nothing and behave as normal. Tan hands wrapped the corset around Lucrezia's milky skin and quickly cinched up the laces in the back. Then, she slid the peach dress over Lucrezia's head before fastening its laces also. Dark hands made quick work of placing faire, blonde curls into a matching silver hairnet and pulling a few strands out around the edges and braiding them around the outer rim of the hair net.

Lucrezia felt more secure now fully clothed, and even a tad bit confident as her bust line nearly spilled over the neckline of her dress. This was all a new development to her, so many changes happening to her body, and so many dramatic changes taking shape in her life. It was nearly impossible for one girl to wrap her head around.

Once all the preparations were done Lucrezia quickly ate breakfast, now more eager than ever to get out and on with her adventure for the day. The Papal Coronation Ball was tomorrow evening and she was in need of jelwery to match her gown. Jelwery that was befitting a Queen as she was now daughter to the most powerful man in Rome, and even the world, she best look the part.

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Micheletto Corella
 Posted: Jan 31 2015, 08:57 AM
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No Rest for the Wicked.
Rome was swarmed with all manner of noble families who had arrived for the Papal Coronation – your Orsinis, Sforzas, Medicis – who came from this duchy and that county, and who brought with them literal armies of retainers, for both safety and show of force. Inter-familial tensions were always running high at this time of the year, and it pays to be on high alert.

Each of these families paid for mercenary armies out of their own coffers to secure their lands. Micheletto Corella looked like one of them – an off-duty soldier, wearing a sword at his hip. He was dressed in all black, and had no obvious insignia to denote which house he served under. The heels of his riding boots made no sound as he walked on the cobblestone pavement, making his way through the Via Condotti, one of the busiest streets in Rome.

Earlier in the morning, Micheletto woke up from his bed in the place that had served as his temporary residence ever since he had arrived in Rome. It was a small room in an inn that he had rented for 10 denari a week, in one of the less reputable areas of Rome. And that was how he liked it, because as prostitutes, beggars and cutthroats roamed the streets, no one paid attention to just another assassin. His comings and goings would usually remain unnoticed, and that also goes for who he has brought in to share his bed.

Micheletto woke up next to a rather comely young man, whom he had paid four silver coins for the pleasure of his company. The condottierro grinned to himself as he got up to dress, remembering last night's events. He was pretty sure that he had given the young man the fuck of his life, from which he'd need at least a good few days to recover.

“Get up, boy,” Micheletto said, “I need to go to town to run some errands.” It was code for “You should leave”, and the young man did with no trouble at all, for they both understood the nature of their relationship. “You know where to find me,” the boy said with a wink, and not before Micheletto gave him a slap on his arse.

And so Don Michele left for Via Condotti feeling rather pleased with himself. His errand took him to an apothecary, one that was situated upstairs of a jeweller’s shop. His master Cesare had insisted on only using the finest, which knocks the price up to about thrice of what you would pay from a back alley vendor. The way he saw it, they were paying for quality assurance and for discretion. Micheletto was sure though that his chemist got the message, because he drew his cloak back and made sure that pommel of his sword was visible through the whole transaction.

Micheletto left the shop with a small parcel tucked under his arm. The stairs brought him to the front of a jeweller's shop, one belonging to a supposed master craftsman in Rome. His eyes took in gold, emeralds and rubies - most of the items here sell for more than Micheletto would make in a month.
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Lucrezia Borgia
 Posted: Feb 1 2015, 12:32 AM
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The streets were alive! People of every social class gathered in the city streets, each rushing with their own agendas, some carrying gold tapestry for the ball, others flocked to vendors bartering over their wares, and some stumbled drunkly among the allies still attempting to sober up from the parade and celebrations from the day before. There were even a few lushes who were still passed in in the mud where they had fallen. There would be no surprise to find her brother Juan staggering out of one of the brothels, or even face down in the dirt with the scent of liquor still clinging to his breath. A small part of her even hoped that he was dead in a ditch somewhere. The Word of God did say that gluttony could kill, and Juan certainly was a prime example to that passage of scripture. Lucrezia prayed that since Father was now Pope that he might tighten the leash on their destructive brother. All the eyes of Europe now fell upon them and he had said that the slightest hint of scandal could cost them everything, including their lives.

Lucrezia was no stranger to the whispers and mockery her family received from the other Cardinals, Nobility, and even common folk in the city of Rome. She was fully aware of the charges racking up against the newly elected Pope. The Cardinals had claimed that he had bribed his way onto the Papal Throne of St. Peters, others stated means of public lechery. What a charge! All were guilty of the later if not the former as well! There wasn't a Cardinal in the Curia that didn't keep a mistress and hand't fathered several bastard children. As far as bribery, they were all just jealous, simple as that. Jealous that they had not been clever enough to come up with better bribes. They certainly saw no problem when they were accepting these bribes did they?

These discouraging thoughts were quickly shrugged off, there was no need to ruin such an exciting day with the talk of politics. The fair haired maiden easily sifted through the crowd, her Spanish maid keeping at her heels, if Lucrezia were ever to leave her sights it would be her head, literally. Cesare had made this fact very clear to Camila.

There were several familiar faces among the busy streets, but all turned their noses up at the young Borgia daughter, none even bothered a simple nod of greeting as they passed. Taking note of their childish antics Lucrezia did not even bother to meet their gaze, as if she were too high to look them in the eye as she made her way past the shops. A few new colors and patterns of fabric caught her eye and occasionally Lucrezia stopped to gander through the window, but knew she was here for other means. Then, finally, she spotted a jelwery vendor. Her pace quickened, an almost skip to her step as a broad smile now stretched across her pale features. Hazed eyes grew large as they stopped. A fine black velvet topped the table, and across the velvet sparkled countless bobbles, gems and jewels of every sort and color. "Oh Camila look at all of them! They are breathtaking!" Squealed Lucrezia to her maid who remained behind her, only glancing over her her mistresses' shoulders.

The shrill excitement of a young woman caught the ear of the salesmen and he quickly turned around. He blinked a few times and bit his lip as he suddenly realized who exactly was browsing his table of fine wares. His dark brow furrowed and he bit his lower lip harder, but sucked back his thoughts, whatever they had been, and forced a convincing smile as he encouraged Lucrezia to gaze at her hearts desire, but he did not offer the same discount to the fetching blonde as he had the others.

Slender hands grazed the jelwery, the pads of her fingertips skimming over the smooth gold chains, the polished slivers and the rugged cut diamonds, now completely emerged in her shopping and unaware of everything else around her. She picked up a pair of emerald earrings and held them in the sunlight, they glistened and danced, small flecks of green were cast on her cheeks as she admired them.

(((((OOC: I assumed since she is a young girl shopping pretty gems she would not notice the sneaky Micheletto, that's why I didn't have her acknowledge him yet. If you'd like for someone to hassle her, or try to harm her and he save her you can, or if you'd rather him just observe her for a moment before approaching and talking with her that is fine too http://files.b1.jcink.com/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif Totally up to you!)))))

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Micheletto Corella
 Posted: Feb 1 2015, 09:44 AM
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No Rest for the Wicked.
Rome was rife with whispers of how the Borgia Pope ascended his throne. He certainly wasn't the most popular pontiff to have ever attained office, and worst of all, he was a Spaniard, which compounded his sins in the eyes of many. The bastard children that Rodrigo openly acknowledged were just one of the many evidence of his sins, and therefore Lucrezia, and Cesare, and Juan, were often treated with scorn wherever they went, and their presence tolerated only because of the deep coffers that the Borgia family possessed.

Micheletto didn't think much of all that. If he wanted in on the business of “being liked” then he wouldn't have been an assassin. Lucrezia Borgia was easy to notice, however. She was blonde and young and beautiful and cultivated an air that only noblewomen seemed to possess. Once when he met Cesare at the Borgia residence, Cesare had pointed her out to him. “You are to protect her with your life,” that much he made it clear. So the sight of her in the market caught Micheletto's attention, and he was reminded of the fact that he had to keep an eye out for dangers, not just for himself but for the young lady as well.

Micheletto looked like just another soldier, and even though he wasn't trying to be stealthy, he still succeeded in blending into the background and escaping notice. He stood by the staircase and his gaze followed Lucrezia, watching her pick out the jewellery, enthusiasm colouring her face. How innocent she looked, Micheletto thought, and even though he did not favour women, he could see why Cesare was so fond of his baby sister.

He was in no hurry, and so he was thinking of following Lucrezia out of the market, to ensure that she reached home safely. He tucked the small parcel under his belt, and unconsciously placed one hand on the pommel of his sword.

As Michele often eavesdropped out of habit, he slightly cocked his head in their direction, trying to pick up any conversation that Lucrezia might engage in with her Spanish maid. He didn't hear anything interesting from her, but somewhere from a north-easterly direction a whisper made his way to his ears – someone saying, “It's her, it's her! The Borgia whore!”

Whoever that was, they were closer to Lucrezia than Micheletto was. Someone bumped into the blonde woman from behind, quite roughly and enough to push her towards the stall. The crowd is jostled and collectively panics; someone gasps, and a rusty dagger finds its place under Lucrezia's chin. The assailant presses the dagger against her throat. He was a middle-aged man dressed in peasant's robes, and he yelled out, “Alexander Sextus is the Antichrist! His election is a sign of the end times!”

And where was Micheletto in the middle of all this? Cursing, and trying to squeeze his way through the dozen or so gawking people that stood between them.
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Lucrezia Borgia
 Posted: Feb 3 2015, 04:26 AM
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It was easy for anyone to get lost in such a moment, such small trinkets worth a small fortune were all laid out before her and she almost felt overwhelmed. Such a venture for a young woman like her it was nearly impossible for Lucrezia to focus on anything else. Careful hands placed the emerald earrings back on the black velvet where she found them before delicate fingers began to reach for a large gold broach with a stunning emerald centrepiece. Her gown was a beautiful work of art made of a rich green satin with gold thread embroidered around the collar and down the front. It had been her goal today to search for a matching necklace and earrings and she long for a large emerald set that would cause most Princesses to envy. "What do you think of this piece Camila?" She questioned as she lifted the broach from the velvet.

The young Latin maid moved out from Lucrezia's shadow and to her side so she could get a better look at the piece in question, it was hard to give a good appraisal by simply glancing over someone's shoulder, but Camila was careful to keep her hands down in front of her, fingers laced together. If a piece of jelwery were to come up missing the foreign maid would certainly be the first suspect and such an accusation could cost her life, despite if she were truly guilt of the crime. She nodded. "Tiz lobley mi Lady, but I fear a broach would blend too much with gold thread." She stated plainly, her thick accent strong and an obvious indication of her origins.

There were shouts and grunts of displeasure in the bustling crowd behind Lucrezia, but she paid them no heed, that was until her entire body was forced forward, knocking her onto the velvet table and nearly knocking it over. Lucrezia squealed out as several pieces of jelwery pinched and poked her forearms as they landed on the table, the merchant tried to grab her before she fell, but he became too troubled with saving his jewels father than his customer. "AHH!" Cried out the maiden Borgia as she was snatched by the back of her hair and forcefully yanked off the table. She screamed out in agony as her hair was pulled harder till suddenly her back was met with a taller front and a cold and piercing feeling was pressed against her neck and jawbone. Everything happened so fast that it was a daze, all she heard was the sound of quite murmurs, all figures around her were a blur. The stench of sweat and soot were the only things that stood out, that and the heat that emitted from behind her and the intense feeling of pain as her hair was pulled down so the back of her head rested against something firm... yet soft... and her chin was held high and her neck was fully exposed.

Finally, the sound of Camila screaming snatched Lucrezia back to conciousness. She blinked a few times and tried to pull forward to look for Camila, trying to figure out what had happened, but realized she was restrained and something was pressed harder against her jaw every time she moved. Her eyes were left to wonder and she finally found Camila standing a few feet away, her dark hands covering her mouth and a look of horror in her eyes as she kept screaming. Frantic eyes looked around and Lucrezia realized that Camila's expressions were mimicked by most of the crowd that had cleared back and were all looking at her. Suddenly, a gruff voice bellowed from just above her head. Realization hit her as she formed his words! She was a hostage, a hostage that would soon be a martyr of her family by the hands of this foul man! Hot tears began to stream down her face uncontrollably, her eyes wide and full of fear. Her mouth gapped open, unable to close it by the force he was putting on her neck by her hair. Lucrezia sobbed, trying to form words, to plead him to let her go, to beg for someone to help her, but only frantic sobs and grunts came forth.

Lucrezia was completely defenceless against this brute, the only person she had thought to bring with her was Camila. Oh why hadn't she listened to Cesare! He had always warned her never to leave the house unaccompanied by a guard! The young girl cried harder as the frantic loon pressed the bland harder against her bone, the feeling of warmth trickled down her neck, but she was unsure if it was blood or tears. Her knees began to tremble hard before finally giving out under the stress, her whole body convulsed with fear and eventually her hazel eyes, now hot and blood-shot from sobbing, looked to the Haven's. With nothing left to do but await her certain death she began chanting the Lord's Prayer in her head, crying out to God to deliver her from evil, she was the daughter of the Holy Father, God's living image on this Earth, surly she would be delivered in to the Holy Land with open arms. She recited the Lord's Prayer quickly and began another. Though I walk through the Valley of the shadow of Death I shall fear no evil...

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Micheletto Corella
 Posted: Feb 8 2015, 09:12 AM
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No Rest for the Wicked.
Blood, the colour of a cardinal's robe, flowed along the length the blade guided by that groove in the centre, from Lucrezia's neck to the robed man's hand. The man hesitated after catching sight of such an injury. Only now was he struck by the gravity of what he had done, or what he was about to do. The man was no killer – not yet, anyway, and his hand began to tremble at the thought of taking another life, even if it may belong to the daughter of the “antichrist”. This man wasn't a cold-blooded killer like Micheletto. He may be crazy, irrational, and driven by anger and desperation, but he wasn't a killer. He made a somewhat strained noise – the only audible sign of his inner struggle – as he tried to work up the courage to end Lucretia's life.

The seconds were ticking away and all eyes in the crowd were on the assailant and Lucrezia. The man felt a panic rising in his chest. “I'm going to kill you, whore!” the man said between gritted teeth – as if saying it would make it easier for him to carry out the task.

The “prophet's” hesitation bought enough time for Micheletto to push his way through the crowd to reach Lucrezia. Everyone else watched in stunned silence – no one, except for Micheletto, seemed too inclined to help the daughter of the Borgia Pope. Micheletto though, was already drawing his sword as he stepped forward and elbowing his way through the crowd of gawkers. The assassin hated drawing attention to himself and preferred to remain unseen, but sometimes it can't be helped.

A more cautious man would've tried to talk the assailant down, but Michele knew that he was no diplomat. He was not like Cesare, who had a silver tongue. His best bet would be to physically subdue the man instead of trying any negotiation. He was sure he could be quicker – from the robed man's stance, Micheletto thought he looked like an amateur.

Micheletto's sword – a thin and deadly blade – aimed for the man's forearm and found its way inches away from Lucrezia's face. It was precisely where he wanted it to be. The man could cut deeper into Lucrezia and take the hit – or release his hold of Lucrezia in order to avoid Micheletto's sword. The assassin was betting that he'd take the latter option, and he did.

The robed man managed to hold on to his knife as he withdrew, out of instinct more than anything. A split second later he realised he had failed. Panicking, he tried to shove Lucrezia between himself and Micheletto – in hopes that the momentary distraction would delay him - and then he turned to make his escape through the crowd.
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 Posted: Feb 13 2015, 02:01 AM
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The blue sky above began to become hazy as strained red eyes still pleaded with the Almighty to spare her life. She was the daughter of God's own living Word here on Earth, how could he allow such a man to take her life like this? Surly the Lord had a plan, some way to save her from the cold hands of death and drug her down. But, she also knew that the Lord had given Man the right to freedom of will.... And as fate would have it, this man's will was to end her life.

The seconds felt like an eternity, passing by every so slowly and hazed and blood-shot eyes remained fixed on the Havens, thinking that any second God would reach forth from the clouds and pluck her out of harm's way, but no such figure came. She felt the swelling pain at the back of her head as the looned man pulled her hair down again, further exposing her neck, as he explained that he was going to kill her, and furthered the insult by calling her a whore! She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, thinking now would come the final blow, any second he would drive the blade through her throat and she would be gone, soul free of her mortal body and free to join the Maker's side in Haven, but her body would be left. Her once beautiful figure would not fall and remain in a puddle of blood. They would find her, clean her body, they would inform her father, mother. Her body would be left to be mourned over before being laid laid to rest, seemingly sleeping till the end of days. Her brother, oh poor Cesare, he surly would take her passing the hardest. Yes, her parents would be so broken hearted, but she and Cesare shared such a bond that he might full incomplete with out her, she knew she would if he were taken away from her in such a crude manner.

So here it came, she felt the blade knit back and forth just slightly, as if his hand were trembling, it dug deeper into her skin and the hot sticky trickle down her neck moved slightly faster now. But, suddenly there was tension and a pause in action... Slowly Lucrezia opened one eye and looked down, noticing that there was now a larger blade angled in the opposite direction across the front of her throat. She trembled now, thinking that two men were after her throat and had begun a struggle for glory, which would be praised for taking the first Borgia life?

But, there was no struggle, the new gentlemen at the other end of the blade held his own and the brute who confined her by her hair suddenly removed the knife from her throat. Abruptly, the harsh tension in her hair was released and she was forcefully pushed forward, landing in the arms of the stranger.

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