Post by Cesare Deliambre on Oct 31, 2014 20:41:20 GMT -5
The time with his brother and cousin had been much needed. While they all imbibed a good deal of wine, the complete meal that followed had done plenty to restore Cesare's faculties. Yet, there was still enough of the red liquid coursing through his veins that it made his mind wander. When his mind wandered, so too did the man. A restless mind made for restless legs, and Cesare firmly believed that moving helped quell both. Sleep was an ever elusive thing for him, anyway. The man had nothing better to do than than meander through the streets of Anzio and let his equally meandering thoughts dominate.
The path of those thoughts were many and varied. Naturally, he thought on the status of his sister-in-law, thought of the future between the Montefiores and Deliambres and worried over one Montefiore in particular. It had troubled Cesare considerably that he had broken bread, so to speak, with one of people of the Mountain Flowers. Granted, Caterina had not exactly done anything untoward him, but that he had been so blind to who she truly was had troubled him, to say the least! A sigh exploded out of him as he continued to walk.
The water along the river was proving a pleasant enough distraction. The man had lost his bearings a good while ago, but he knew the main road could not be far from where he tread. To his left, away from the bank of the river, was one of the nicer inns. It should have clicked in his mind that the particular structure was housing the aforementioned clan that troubled his thoughts. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the movement upon a balcony. Narrowing his eyes some, he tried to see who it was in the pale moonlight.
Joanna Montefiore
The path of those thoughts were many and varied. Naturally, he thought on the status of his sister-in-law, thought of the future between the Montefiores and Deliambres and worried over one Montefiore in particular. It had troubled Cesare considerably that he had broken bread, so to speak, with one of people of the Mountain Flowers. Granted, Caterina had not exactly done anything untoward him, but that he had been so blind to who she truly was had troubled him, to say the least! A sigh exploded out of him as he continued to walk.
The water along the river was proving a pleasant enough distraction. The man had lost his bearings a good while ago, but he knew the main road could not be far from where he tread. To his left, away from the bank of the river, was one of the nicer inns. It should have clicked in his mind that the particular structure was housing the aforementioned clan that troubled his thoughts. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the movement upon a balcony. Narrowing his eyes some, he tried to see who it was in the pale moonlight.
Joanna Montefiore