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[mansuetus]

[ She has not slept. Shutting her eyes brought figures out of the darkness: a cardinal with eyes as crimson as his robes, her brother bleeding out of his own portrait and another figure who often visited her in her nightmares, a dead prince reaching out to her without being able to voice a word. She wept and screamed until she began to fear she might be going mad with grief.

Her mother once said that half of Lucrezia's illnesses come from her heart, not her body. Now, her heart is broken and she is certain she is ill. She reaches for her firefly; the second time she addresses the network could not have been more different than the first. ]

If one dreams of another who has died and he

in the dream, the one who died tries to speak and is unable, he is mute even though he spoke words as pretty as poetry when he lived

does that mean he passed without having said something he wished to?

does it come to imply that she who dreams of him has not listened well enough when he lived? that she had not been sweet enough of a friend?

was it her fault

Will he remain thus forever? desperate and mute in her dreams?

I do not think I can bear it, I

is there a physician abroad this ship? I fear I have fallen quite ill.

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[mansuetus]

I do not think I will ever be able to consider the image of my dead moor banal.

[meal]

I did not mean to offend.
It is the horror of the dream that loses power.
Other emotions can flourish in its place.

[mansuetus]

You have not and I hope I had not, either. The image of him is constantly in my mind, I shall pray that you will be proven right and this nightly terrors shall leave me.

[meal]

[There is some relief behind the comm. Edyne doesn't usually mention her religion unless she feels the person on the other side would be comfortable with it, which is why her reply comes a little later than the previous ones.]

I will gladly pray for your health as well, and for his memory, if you will accept it.

[mansuetus]

I will accept it with gratitude and humility.

Will you tell me your name?

[meal]

My name is Eden Knight.

[mansuetus]

Eden Knight. A name of tales and songs. I am Lucrezia Borgia.

[meal]

[That makes her smile. Tristan had given her both her name and alias, and allowed her to take on his own - Knight.]

I grew up among tales and songs, so perhaps you are right.
It is a pleasure to meet you Lucrezia Borgia.

[mansuetus]

Are you fond of reading such? I am, too. Very few things bring me greater pleasure than tales and songs.

[meal]

[Were they not using text, Lucrezia would have seen Edyne's expression brighten up and heard an enthusiastic answer.]

Yes, I am.
I have been going through the library Petyr and Alayne keep.
Tales of adventures with courageous heroes and terrible villains are my favorites.
What are yours?

[mansuetus]

Poems of love and despair and sweet romance and sad partings are my own. Tales of fond lovers and their unions and their partings.

[meal]

Do you have such poems here?

[mansuetus]

I am writing them from my memory, putting them on paper so that other might enjoy them. Would you like to read some?