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[heloise]

[ Lucrezia has hidden away in her room, moping, even before the nightmares. There were too many things she can't say, doesn't want to say, but now there are, and she is past all that if only by sheer force of will.

So here she comes knocking on her brother's door, before reaching to turn the knob without waiting for a response. ]

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[abelard]

[But that's for her own good.]

A handful of days too many, knowing my feelings.

[heloise]

What would you have me say if he visits me again?

[abelard]

I would have you cast him out to never return. No words are necessary.

[heloise]

[ She places his hand against her cheek. ]

Out the window, brother?

[abelard]

Yes.

[heloise]

[ She nods. ]

[abelard]

Good.

[heloise]

[ She smiles, relieved turning mischievous. ]

Should I be jealous of your ladies too?

[abelard]

Never in a million years.

[heloise]

Not even the ones too beautiful?

[abelard]

There are none.

[heloise]

[ Lucrezia bites back that grin. ]

And Stephanie. May I keep her?

[abelard]

Is she to be your pet, sis?

[heloise]

No. My friend, like La Bella.

[abelard]

La Bella isn't yours, though.

[heloise]

Not completely.

[abelard]

Not hardly. We both know that La Bella belongs to the Holy Father above all.

[heloise]

[ She stands up and steps closer so she can fiddle with his vest, teasing. ]

Perhaps the Holy Father is more generous than you.

[abelard]

We both know how selfish he can be.

[heloise]

He loves us more than himself. [ Or so she tells herself. ]

[abelard]

Of course he does. But that does not guarantee he's pleased to share.

[heloise]

What would you not share with me?

[abelard]

There is nothing.

[There are many things.]

[heloise]

And would you share my company with father?

[abelard]

Only because it would be disrespectful not to.