i don’t want naples, yet. i want my sister.
“We are one blood, one heart, one spirit.”
Hearts may yet be broken - but not yours.
Lucrezia: You will be my husband tonight
I will never love a husband as I do you, Cesare.
as you wish. my word is my word. we shall run away. change our names, perhaps. live out our days in some small fishing village by the coast. where no one will ever guess who we once were.
Lucrezia:”I’ve missed those hands.”
Cesare:”And I’ve missed that face.”