paradisa | iii. dictated

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iii. dictated

Would you leave the Castle now, if you could?

Friday was unfortunate. But for most of the year, surely it has given us a comfortable home and the most singular of friends.

And so, as for myself, I would not. I should like to tarry here a little longer, if only to relish the taste of liberty and the fruits of invention. Refrigerators are so magnificent!

[ With that, she will be in the kitchen with the fridge door open, sticking her hands into it with glee. ]

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[He is pretty sure his family line is fucked. He doubts he'll ever get married at this rate. Ever.]

It would be strange, but stranger things have happened. There could be American Borgia, as well.

[But god forbid.]

[ She grins. ]

And since I have promised not to read them, will you tell me the better parts of history instead?

I suppose I can tell you the good stories.

[ Of course she puts the ultimate question first. ]

Will I find love, Ezio?

[He laughs.]

History books don't talk about feelings. You do find a new husband, though.

[ She continues to beam at him. This time she would not stray to dark conversations. ]

That is settled then, I must have loved him. I would never again marry without love.

[He hopes that's the truth.]

Of course not. Your father would not make the same mistake twice.

[ She hopes so too, a little less fervently than him, perhaps. ]

If, on the off-chance that I remember, I would invite your family to my true wedding.

That's kind of you. [smile] Should I ever marry, I will invite you to mine, as well.

[ She giggles. ]

If I could earn the friendship of such a woman that Ezio Auditore da Firenze would choose to marry, I would be honored.

[Thoughtful. What kind of girl would he marry? A kind of girl like Cristina, no doubt.]

Lucrezia, I don't think there's a single kind person in the world who would not want to be friends with you.

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[ She tries not to smile too wide, bowing her head to hide it. ]

I am fortunate then that she must also be kind.

I wouldn't marry an unkind woman.

What would you have your new husband be like?

[ She chuckles then assumes a thoughtful gaze. Then, after considerable time. ]

He would be kind, with soft and gentle hands.

[Makes sense to him, given her old husband.]

Good qualities to have. Though... the state of a man's hands likely lend themselves to his occupation, more often than not.

I would make do with gentleness, then.

[ She really isn't picky. ]

[He wants to shoot himself in the face for even thinking of the phrase "it's not what you have, it's what you do with it." No, Ezio.]

I'm sure you'll find him, Lucrezia.

[ You're going easy on her, Ezio. ]

As you said I will. We must focus our attention to finding your future wife instead.

[Smile.]

Alright -- who do you think would make a good match for me?

[ She makes a thoughtful hum. ]

I have a few ladies in mind though I know too little of them to be sure they have all the required qualities.

[He leans against the counter and takes another sip of the soda. Still an odd taste. Amusing, though, that she already has a few ladies in mind.]

What qualities do they have already?

[ She bites back a smile. ]

Beauty, a certain boldness. Strength and kindness do not show themselves too readily.

Sounds like most of my damsels-in-distress. Strength is better when ready, though.

No, you cannot marry a damsel-in-distress. So I must find other candidates.

[laugh]

Hey, why can't I marry a damsel-in-distress?

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