[He is not what she is expecting. His dress and demeanor is intimidating, the anger radiating from him. But she can imagine his reaction being something akin to how Cesare would feel, being trapped in such a place. This man does not have her brother's grace, though the way he addresses her is civil and gallant.
His look is northern, but not from a place she could pinpoint offhand. His clothes speak of cold though, something Lucrezia does not know from the warmth of Italy. Her demeanor eases when he seems to offer his aid.]
Would I have the name of my protector then? [She eyes him, knowing he cannot be too much older than her.] Perhaps we can find them together.
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His look is northern, but not from a place she could pinpoint offhand. His clothes speak of cold though, something Lucrezia does not know from the warmth of Italy. Her demeanor eases when he seems to offer his aid.]
Would I have the name of my protector then? [She eyes him, knowing he cannot be too much older than her.] Perhaps we can find them together.