Why, fair Roma, [She answers with a genuine smile. She is yet too young to know the level of corruption and how truly jaded and screwed the city is as a result. But it is the city she grew up in, far away from the filth and the lower class. What she knows is fine marble, pretty dresses, and beautiful art.]
And you? You do not seem of the Italian families to me. Nor any kingdom I can put a finger on. [Lucrezia tries to place her. Perhaps from the Kingdom of Portugal and the Algraves. She is not fair of skin, but then her dress is nothing she truly knows. Even beyond what a peasant or street urchin would wear.]
no subject
And you? You do not seem of the Italian families to me. Nor any kingdom I can put a finger on. [Lucrezia tries to place her. Perhaps from the Kingdom of Portugal and the Algraves. She is not fair of skin, but then her dress is nothing she truly knows. Even beyond what a peasant or street urchin would wear.]