Post by Cesare Deliambre on Mar 1, 2015 16:30:00 GMT -5
The day after the meeting with Antonin was spent in something akin to a haze. Though Cesare had gone into the arrangement with open eyes, it was still surprising that it had even transpired. Not only was he to become the Lord of Anzio, he was to be married. Even further, he was to be married a Montefiore. The same Montefiore that had kept her identity hidden from him during their clandestine and perhaps fateful meeting a few nights before. Granted, Cesare had not been so quick to reveal his own identity, but in his mind, that was neither here nor there.
The man still felt tricked. Whether he felt tricked Caterina, Antonin and the Triune themselves, he was not so certain. Perhaps the entirety of existence was playing tricks on him. What did it all mean? Was he to remain in Anzio for the rest of his life? Would he never see the sea or even the Golden Wave again? Was his life, as he knew it, over? As soon as the question was mentally posed, it flashed back to the death card that the old gypsy woman had laid down. No. Surely it was just a coincidence. That old woman could no more predict the future with cards than he could spin gold from straw. It all had to be joke. It all had to be a trick.
And yet, here he was, walking down he street toward the inn that housed the Montefiores. Had he formerly arranged a meeting with the woman? Not really. It was more that he wanted a chance to, perhaps, spy on her a little before actually doing so. It may have been deemed a coward's way of handling things, but in Cesare's opinion, it was better to get as much information as possible. Besides, it was early morning. The chances were good that she was still getting ready for the idea.
Now, how he was going to see her from the street while gazing up toward the window was another issue... but he had a feeling a plan would come to him naturally. Provided, of course, the Montefiore guards didn't treat him as an interloper.
Caterina Montefiore
The man still felt tricked. Whether he felt tricked Caterina, Antonin and the Triune themselves, he was not so certain. Perhaps the entirety of existence was playing tricks on him. What did it all mean? Was he to remain in Anzio for the rest of his life? Would he never see the sea or even the Golden Wave again? Was his life, as he knew it, over? As soon as the question was mentally posed, it flashed back to the death card that the old gypsy woman had laid down. No. Surely it was just a coincidence. That old woman could no more predict the future with cards than he could spin gold from straw. It all had to be joke. It all had to be a trick.
And yet, here he was, walking down he street toward the inn that housed the Montefiores. Had he formerly arranged a meeting with the woman? Not really. It was more that he wanted a chance to, perhaps, spy on her a little before actually doing so. It may have been deemed a coward's way of handling things, but in Cesare's opinion, it was better to get as much information as possible. Besides, it was early morning. The chances were good that she was still getting ready for the idea.
Now, how he was going to see her from the street while gazing up toward the window was another issue... but he had a feeling a plan would come to him naturally. Provided, of course, the Montefiore guards didn't treat him as an interloper.
Caterina Montefiore