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[mansuetus]

[ Lucrezia is in one of the lounges! Sprawled on one of the sofas, fingers busy turning a pendent of gold in the shape of a sea-horse. There are no poems today, no joyful greetings, something is different. She looks more pensive than anything else but there is a shade of concern there as well as quiet annoyance.

When she speaks, her voice is devoid of any of it. Her eyes still focused on the sea-horse. ]

A riddle, Tranquility.

How to mourn for someone who does not deserve it?

If your duty demands it and you have no desire to - do all men need to be mourned for? Is it a a more grievous sin not to mourn than it is to speak false words of grievance?

[ a beat. ]

Perhaps I must fast again.

[ a moment later she puts down her necklace, smiles. ]

I would have a cup of wine with your answer, if any of you have some to spare. You will join me in the lounge.

[ and it is not a question. ]

Comments

[voice]

[yardbird]

Taken her "innocence"...

[He pauses.]

My opinion? Don't grieve for somebody who doesn't deserve it. [Says the guy who still has nightmares for killing a pedophile in cold blood. What a hypocrite.]

...

But it's your time and your heartache. You're free to use it however you see fit, I guess.

[voice]

[mansuetus]

Indeed, my time, and no heartache to fill it with. Perhaps I have answered my own question.

[voice]

[yardbird]

Maybe, yeah...

...

Just... outta curiosity, but. Who's this guy you're talkin' about?

[voice]

[mansuetus]

The man I was sold to. My lord husband, Giovanni Sforza.

[voice]

[yardbird]

S... Sold to?

So then, uh. That "lady", whose innocence to said was taken, that's...

[Ugh, how does he brain this.]

[voice]

[mansuetus]

It was a trade. My father needed the Sforza alliance and their ships and their men to fight his wars. Giovanni Sforza won a bride and my father his alliance.

[voice]

[yardbird]

Ah, I... I think I get it.

I mean, not really -- not all of it. But I can get it, why you'd probably mourn for someone like that...

[voice]

[mansuetus]

Because while he was a poor brute of a husband, he was still a husband.

[voice]

[yardbird]

...Did you still love him?

[voice]

[mansuetus]

I never once loved him. Not once.

Yet I made a vow to him, have I not? To be dutiful.

[voice]

[yardbird]

Mn, guess that's why I never did like the idea of an arranged marriage. It should be more than just about bein' "dutiful".

[voice]

[mansuetus]

More, yes. I once thought it should be about devotion and romance.

[voice]

[yardbird]

Yeah, that's what I always thought, too... Well, for awhile.

[voice]

[mansuetus]

Have you been enlightened, Murphy? You sound as if you changed your mind.

[voice]

[yardbird]

I dunno if I'd call it enlightenment or anything. I just, uh. I was married once, myself. But it didn't really keep...

[voice]

[mansuetus]

There is always the idea of marriage and the thing itself, it would seem.

[voice]

[yardbird]

Yeah, I guess so...

[voice]

[mansuetus]

That may change, too, Murphy. Perhaps you and I both may change our minds.

[voice]

[yardbird]

[Haha, for his girlfriend's sake, he hopes that to be the case.]

D'you think you ever will?

[voice]

[mansuetus]

I -

[ at Rome she would have said no. That men are to be played with and not marry, that she will never put herself in that position again.

Here. Here she has Robb Stark to consider and with him in question, her answer changes. ]

I might.

[voice]

[yardbird]

[And that was the kind of answer Murphy was hoping to hear.]

...Mn. Then I think I might, too.

[voice]

[mansuetus]

Good.

Perhaps we shall both see it differently, then.