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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. ]

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[mansuetus]

[ she should curtsy and she does, inclines her head with a smile before offering her hand for a kiss as she did whenever Cesare had to leave her, prim, proper, but mostly filled with mischief. ]

I shall not keep you from them, then.

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[northerner]

[ and he does kiss her hand, lips lingering at her knuckles longer than is proper, but what's left of propriety at this late stage? he kisses her hand and gives her a small smile and then he and his great wolf, they leave her as they found her, though the memory of her kiss lingers after her for the rest of the day. ]