Lucrezia was surprised that this man knew anything about her religion at all. "That is usually true, but my mother was his lover before he became Pope. I have two older brothers, too -- Cesare and Juan Borgia. A little brother, too. Please...they are all very dear to me, and I miss them." Fate was cruel. Her trip to this part of Italy to visit a distant cousin was supposed to have ended a week ago. If it wasn't for bad weather, she would be almost home now.
Ivar Ragnarsson...a son of Ragnar? The Ragnar that had plagued the good Christian people for all those years? It would have been hard to believe, had he not called himself 'Ivar the Boneless' as well. Along with Bjorn Ironside, he was the most well known.
Fresh panic kindled inside her, but Lucrezia only let a glimmer of it show.
"Please..." Everything was moving so fast. Ivar was pointing at her, telling a frightening guard he wanted her. As sheltered as Lucrezia had been raised, even she knew what that meant.
"Please, listen to me! Do you not want more gold and jewels and treasure? Priceless things? My family can give you all that you could dream of, I swear it. I -- I even have proof of who I say I am." Her eyes were wide, pleading with him.
The rest of the young girls were beginning to quietly weep. Lucrezia had been their last hope at a way out of this mess alive, mostly unhurt, and free.
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Date: 2018-03-04 06:46 am (UTC)Ivar Ragnarsson...a son of Ragnar? The Ragnar that had plagued the good Christian people for all those years? It would have been hard to believe, had he not called himself 'Ivar the Boneless' as well. Along with Bjorn Ironside, he was the most well known.
Fresh panic kindled inside her, but Lucrezia only let a glimmer of it show.
"Please..." Everything was moving so fast. Ivar was pointing at her, telling a frightening guard he wanted her. As sheltered as Lucrezia had been raised, even she knew what that meant.
"Please, listen to me! Do you not want more gold and jewels and treasure? Priceless things? My family can give you all that you could dream of, I swear it. I -- I even have proof of who I say I am." Her eyes were wide, pleading with him.
The rest of the young girls were beginning to quietly weep. Lucrezia had been their last hope at a way out of this mess alive, mostly unhurt, and free.
Things did not appear to be going well.