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[ It is perhaps to his credit that even Lucrezia Borgia thought to curb her enthusiasm as she creeps quietly across his bed and over his sleeping form with the journal held behind her. She settles on top of him now to kiss his nose (like a princess?), even when she would rather jump on the mattress and scream out the news in glee. He might be irritable if she wakes him up so harshly, and she would rather have him be as happy as she is.
But he is taking longer than she would like to wake up, so he gets a finger poke against his neck and a whisper in his ear meant to be ominous. ]
Do not move a muscle.
But he is taking longer than she would like to wake up, so he gets a finger poke against his neck and a whisper in his ear meant to be ominous. ]
Do not move a muscle.