paradisa | xix. dictated, action

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xix. dictated, action

Lana
How about an early morning ride?

Micheletto
You will help me with my crates. [ Because packing is tough. ]

Stephanie
Tell me if you mean to visit, even if not to see me. He would not find unexpected guests so pleasant.

What does it mean when the castle gave some no glimpse of old age?

[ Lucrezia is on her knees in the church in town, hands counting through her white rosary and reciting her prayers under her breath. She keeps her hood over her head.

It might seem foolish to believe that saying something over and over again gives it greater weight, or that time and voice can buy penance, but she feels she must at least-- try. She isn't praying for her own soul, she wonders if she would ever. But she loses count of how many times she has said the Ave Maria, and stands to go. ]

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[The response is immediate, his tone firm. He's not fucking around about this.] You may move wherever you wish, my lady, but you must reconsider this. I must be nearby for your safety.

I have no need for protectors who do so only out of duty. [ It's no secret that he dislikes her, and she may have encouraged that too. ]

You can do as you please, but I would have you remain unseen.

[It's not that he dislikes her, he just resents her... a little. There is a small bit of resentment there. Probably for the same reasons she resents him, he would realise, if he cared to think about it.]

I will need to move to the city, if you will not allow me to move to this mansion proper.

Why do you insist when it would not be for your pleasure?

Pleasure has very little influence in my choices, my lady. You are my mistress, and so I am meant to follow you.

Duty, then.

Tell me where you would rather stay.

Wherever you would have me.

I will ask for one room for you at the mansion.

[under the stairs like harry potter, right]

As you wish, my lady.

[ In the cellar somewhere, where Riful used to take her preys. ]

As I said as well, you are to bring my crates there before my arrival.

[Well, then he'll feel right at home.]

Of course. Shall I help you to pack them now?

Yes. If you are not otherwise occupied. [ With doing freelance work!! ]

[Yeah no his attempts at getting outside work were a total bust. It's hard to be an assassin/bodyguard/whatever when there is basically no political system here. Life is hard.]

My loyalty to you comes before everything, my lady.

[ Touching, but she still finds that hard to believe. ]

Not before my brother of course, I would not see him envious.

My door is open.

His Eminence has no reason for envy. It was he who gave me to you.

I will be there shortly, my lady.

Perhaps I meant it differently.

[ But she's not giving him an explanation, too busy piling up her dresses on the bed and choosing which to bring and which to leave behind. Her door is ajar. ]

[He comes up to her room very shortly, as he said. Although the door is open, he knocks on the doorframe anyway before slipping inside.]

I am here, my lady.

[ Lucrezia stands before one such pile, looking visibly frustrated. ]

How many must I take with me? I should not like to have most notice my departure so readily. Perhaps, half? Two-thirds?

[He looks over the pile with some mild interest. That's a lot of stuff.]

Do you have so many visitors to your rooms that it would go noticed?

[...... that's not what he meant to say.] Will you need everything?

[ RUDE. She goes to start packing up her jewelry from her vanity. ]

Pack away all the red and gold ones, and a few of the others as you choose.

[Choices?!?! What will he do with that!

He does as she asks, though. He's very unused to handling jewellery, and it's pretty obvious by how extremely careful he's being. He may even be handling the pieces timidly. Maybe.]

[ She barely stifles a chuckle at how he's handling her things, wandering off now to pick up the calico kitten trying to swipe at the tassels on her blanket and plant a kiss on its head. ]

What if I said you have the right to say no, Micheletto?

[He's not really sure if this is a trick question, and it shows on his face when he glances up at her.]

That depends.

On what, exactly? [ She takes a step closer, chin high in defiance. ]

What if I said you have the right to say no always?

[Micheletto regards her coolly, expression passive.]

I am not a slave, my lady. Of course I may refuse.

[He goes back to packing these extremely delicate-looking things...]

But I do not wish to be dismissed.

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