When she woke, she reached for him, but found his side of the bed empty. Her eyes, used to the darkness, looked around the room and watched him as he finished dressing. "Cesare?" she asked softly, and...
Trapped, thought Consuelo, but I won't be alone with him, at least. Are you up to something, Cesare? "Good," he stood up, "Girls, go put on your riding habits and I will have the horses saddled.
It's Lucrezia's wedding day and Constanzia finds herself put on display as the ladies of the court accompany Lucrezia down the aisle. But the face of a handsome stranger, the one she saw the day befor...
Cesare was especially tender and passionate that night--it was going to be their first separation since her coming to Rome. The Pope was sending him to Florence to meet with Niccolo Machiavelli to fin...
Cesare stood on the balcony of Machiavelli's house, drinking a glass of his host's excellent wine, his faithful Micheletto hovering in the background. He'd discarded his cardinal robes for his everyda...
When she woke, she reached for him, but found his side of the bed empty. Her eyes, used to the darkness, looked around the room and watched him as he finished dressing. "Cesare?" she asked softly, and...
Trapped, thought Consuelo, but I won't be alone with him, at least. Are you up to something, Cesare? "Good," he stood up, "Girls, go put on your riding habits and I will have the horses saddled.
It's Lucrezia's wedding day and Constanzia finds herself put on display as the ladies of the court accompany Lucrezia down the aisle. But the face of a handsome stranger, the one she saw the day befor...
Cesare was especially tender and passionate that night--it was going to be their first separation since her coming to Rome. The Pope was sending him to Florence to meet with Niccolo Machiavelli to fin...
Cesare stood on the balcony of Machiavelli's house, drinking a glass of his host's excellent wine, his faithful Micheletto hovering in the background. He'd discarded his cardinal robes for his everyda...