#francesco pazzi imagine

[sforzesco]

poetry might not convince me to pay attention or care about the medici family beyond necessity, but you CAN convince me to turn the spotlights directly onto lorenzo de' medici with phrasing like this. intimately linked. even wedded, you say. and with galeazzo maria sforza's named mentioned. fascinating choice of words.

Magnifico: the Brilliant Life and Times of Lorenzo de’ Medici, Miles J. Unger

[aphroditelovesu]

How many children would Yandere historical Men wish they had? If the fem-reader wanted five or more children. What would the historical Men reaction be?

Characters- Edward Seymour, King Henry V, Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte, King Henry VIII, Charles Brandon, Lorenzo De Medici and Francesco Pazzi?

Hmm... I guess it really depends but I would say they would all like to have lots of children with her but they know it's quite common for a woman to die in childbirth so they would keep that in mind.

❝divider by: @cafekitsune

Edward Seymour ♡

Edward would like to have at least two children, both sons. He would like to have daughters with his beloved, but he would prioritize sons to keep his family in power. If his wife wants to have more than five children, he would be fine with that. The more children you have, the more tied and dependent you will be to him.

King Henry V ♡

Henry would like to have several children with his beloved, mainly because he is a Monarch and needs to keep his royal lineage continuing. If his darling wants to have more than five children, that's great! Henry would probably like to have at least ten children. Even though he is terrified at the thought of you passing away in childbirth, he still wants to have a huge family with his darling.

Napoleon Bonaparte ♡

Napoleon wants to have at least one son to also maintain his power through a male heir. He doesn't have a specific number of children he would like to have with his darling, at least one is certain. But if you want to have more than five children, Napoleon will be fine with the idea. The more the merrier, right?

King Henry VIII ♡

Henry wants a male heir above all else and when you give him that, he won't worry about the idea of ​​having more children unless you bring up the idea to him. Henry would be so caught up in the joy of finally having his dream son that he wouldn't think about his next children. However, I imagine he would like to have at least one more son, just in case. Henry would be worried about having more than five children because he fears losing you but he won't be against it if you want him to.

Charles Brandon ♡

Charles really isn't worried about the idea of ​​children at the moment, he's more focused on enjoying his wife and spending as much time as he can with her and he's well aware that he would have to share his attention with a child. However, he knows that he needs to continue his lineage and that's why I see him wanting to have only two children, three at most. He wouldn't like it more than that and mainly because he knows how dangerous childbirth is and this man can't lose you under any circumstances.

Lorenzo de' Medici ♡

Lorenzo wants to have many children with his darling and there is no discussion about that. Eight children at least, that's what he wants. Coming from a powerful family, I don't see him putting the Medici's power at risk because of the lack of descendants. Although he doesn't want to risk your life in childbirth, he will still have many children with you. Lorenzo likes to see you pregnant because it just affirms that you belong to him.

Francesco Pazzi ♡

Francesco would like to have a considerable number of children with his darling. At least four children, but he's not opposed to having more if that's what you want. He loves you and wants to make you, so if having more than five kids is what you want, who is he to judge? Francesco just needs confirmation that it won't kill you. He couldn't bear to lose the woman he loves.

[sapplejack]

Still mad 546 years later...

Every time I go back to read about the Pazzi Conspiracy, I can't help feeling so sad for both Lorenzo and Giuliano. Giuliano was an all around good guy, wasn't really involved in politics (maybe bc Lorenzo was worried he wouldn't be able to handle it), kind-hearted, and friendly to everyone around him. He didn't have to die in such a brutal way. Lorenzo, I can kind of understand why (don't support it tho), since most of the diplomacy and dealings were through/with him. But just imagine Lorenzo finding out that his little brother who was largely the most innocent of them, was the one killed; not him (even though, he, as the older sibling, should have protected Giuliano).

I can't imagine the survivor's guilt Lorenzo had after the whole thing. And don't get me started on how Giuliano's killers (his so-called "friends" Bernardo and Francesco) personally went to get him to come to church and even hugged/joked with him as friends do to check if he was wearing armor and to let his guard down. I mean, no shit, he thought you guys were his friends! The Medici must have known there were ppl who had a grudge against them, but Giuliano never judged those guys and still trusted them wtf

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

Hii, i would be very happy to hear your opinion about this

in medici ep5 of s2 it was implied that giuliano was mad that lorenzo didn't ask him to be his son's godfather, it's natural that giuliano is hurt since he's the baby's uncle while Francesco is a random outsider but then idk if he would be a good godfather since we saw he was quite carefree. He was literally late for piero's christening and we also didn't see him bother to come to see the baby while we saw both bianca and Francesco on screen with the baby after the christening. So i doubt if he was choosen to be the godfather would he be a responsible one? Given how carefree he was i doubt if situation was reversed, he would have raised piero as responsibly and affectionately as lorenzo has raised guilio. But then he actually in a way sacrificed his life for lorenzo so maybe he would be worthy if given a chance but i am not sure. What do you think?

Sorry this took me so long to answer lol, I had a lot of thoughts about this and had to make sure not to go off on a tangent lol

Okay, so yes, in ep 5 of season 2, its implied that Giuliano is hurt, and feeling left out, although I don't think it is specifically about Francesco being Piero's godfather and not him. I think that is probably a part of it, but I think it is more, that Lorenzo brought Francesco into the Medici family and wanted to work closely with him and the Pazzi bank to ensure everyone got along, and I imagine that kinda of made Giuliano feel left out, Lorenzo can also be an idjit and probably treated Francesco more like a brother than a working partner, and didn't work very hard to keep Giuliano in the fold, but I don't think that small fall out between Giuliano and Lorenzo was completely Lorenzo's fault. Giuliano probably felt left out and went off to sulk and pulled away instead of trying to fix things.

Nah, I don't think Giuliano would have been a responsible Godfather, he was the younger son, and liked to enjoy himself and indulge, but he was never ready to be in charge of a child. Francesco on the other hand, wanted kids, and I think if things had gone differently Francesco would have been very involved in Piero's life. He would have taken the role of godfather seriously, whereas Giuliano might have just seen it as a title since he is Piero's uncle.

I also think Lorenzo wanted the making of Francesco, Piero's Godfather to be something to make Francesco feel more like family, and I don't think he did it to snub Giuliano. At this point in the series, Guliano had pulled away and wasn't really present.

I think if something had happened to Lorenzo and Clarice and Giuliano was left with Piero, Giuliano would rise to the occasion. Neither of the Medici sons is one to shrink from duties or responsibility. So Giuliano would have had some growing up to do and learning, but he would have raised Piero as his own like Lorenzo did for Giulo.

I also think, maybe on some level Lorenzo knew that Giuliano was younger, he wanted his freedom, he is the younger brother. Francesco is the older brother, he practically already was a father to Gugielmo, so yeah Francesco might have been a more obvious choice in that area.

But I don't think Lorenzo's choice to make Francesco godfather was supposed to snub Giuliano. It was to bring the families closer together, especially since Jacopo was a wild card, and I think Lorenzo genuinely wanted Francesco to be a part of their family. Francesco never had a core family growing up and I think Lorenzo knew that. And like I said, at this point Giuliano had pulled away so maybe there was some distance between the brothers and they were both going about that the wrong way. The Medici brothers are pretty but at times they can be pretty dumb lol

Hope that answered your question! Thanks for the ask! 🙂 🩶

[oldmanpazzi]

Okay I’m sorry I gotta talk about the parallels between these two…

And these two…

Plus…

There are so many visual and narrative parallels between Cosimo and Rinaldo, and Lorenzo and Francesco. They’re both two sides of the same coin.

But the fundamental difference in their relationship arcs is that where Rinaldo blames Cosimo for his past deeds, Francesco believes that all events were out of their control, that it is fundamentally impossible for any reconciliation to occur, that a friendship between them is impossible.

Albizzi's grudge is fair and one he holds onto despite Cosimo's attempts to apologise and regain his friendship. Their relationship is very much defined by agency and conscious choices that are made at various points in their lives which lead to things unfolding the way they do. It is Albizzi's belief that Cosimo chose to betray him all those years ago. He even says that Cosimo was the one to sacrifice their friendship and that is ultimately why they remain in opposition — it is Rinaldo's choice to hold onto that grudge.

Even Cosimo sees it that way as he talks about how he made his choice many years ago at various points in the series. He knows that by choosing to obey his father (regardless of whether he could have actually done otherwise — see Giovanni’s death threat on his wedding day) meant he could not live the life he wanted. Their fallout is a key moment in understanding their dynamic throughout the series.

Francesco, however, has been constantly told throughout his life that the Medici are the enemy. When he tries to see beyond that, he is swiftly snatched back into these ingrained views. For him, fate keeps him and Lorenzo apart. They can't be together because Medici and Pazzi don't mix. It's all beyond their control.

They have no agency.

Lorenzo doesn’t even seem to see himself as playing any part in the breakdown of their relationship as he happily pins the entirety of the blame on Jacopo (who isn’t blameless by any stretch of the imagination). But Lorenzo still could have done more to show him that he wasn’t simply a pawn to him. He could’ve admitted that he originally invited Novella himself and thus removing anything to be used by Jacopo.

These two dynamics mirror one another so well, but their attitudes towards how that dynamic came to be couldn’t be more different. I love how this show explores these kinds of relationships in the show and how cleverly it crafts such interesting and complex dynamics.

[teecupangel]

I'm sorry but I saw the "You know worms are harmless right" post and... Tapeworms. The least harmless of worms. Killing one templar at a time. I imagine that was not an afterlife Desmond imagined

I was thinking of how this would work. Would Desmond just chill in a Templar’s body until that Templar finally dies?

Then what?

Does he get magically transported into another Templar?

Or does he have to leave the dead Templar’s body and find a way to move into a new Templar’s body?

It would probably be easier for him if he shrinks down every time he leaves a body so it would be easy for him to slip inside a new one.

Since tapeworms take time (a long time) to actually do enough harm to be fatal (until Desmond gets the hang of it and starts aiming for the really vulnerable parts like the brain), I suggest that his host would be someone who would become a problem to his ancestor later on.

For Altaïr, it has to be Abbas. Unless, of course, he gets to Al Mualim much, much earlier. But Abbas would be a safer bet and Desmond could be a nuisance for a very, very long time.

For Ezio, Cesare is definitely right there, that’s for sure, but Cesare was young when Brotherhood happened so Ezio would probably take him down before Desmond could kill him from the inside. Rodrigo seems a better choice but kinda mean since he was starting to change during Brotherhood. So… a Pazzi. Francesco Pazzi. Yeah, he’d work XD

For Ratonhnhaké:ton, the most common choice would be Charles Lee, of course. It would be funny if it was Haytham though. Like, Desmond doesn’t necessarily want to kill Haytham. But make him regret his life for a long time? Yeah, Desmond has enough daddy issues to push it to Haytham XD

By the way, at some point of thinking about how this idea could work, my brain just gave up on me and went “Just make him a chest buster! That would be faster!”

[minetteskvareninova]

Minette watches Medici, part 16 (Mass)

- HOLY FUCKING SHIT. Screaming, crying, throwing up. This season was underwhelming af, but what a finish!

- There were a few stupid moments, of course. Giuliano’s death was way too prolonged, ideological conflict at the core of the Pazzi conspiracy made no fucking sense, the swordfight between Lorenzo and old Pazzi was completely unnecessary, and so on. But overall it stirred emotions in me that I haven’t felt for a long, long time, and honestly it ended as well as it could have given the bellow average season that preceded it. Apparently, the dude who wrote this only worked on these two final episodes, and judging from his output here he’s the best writer in the staff...

- I am still kinda shocked that they managed to wrangle some actual themes from this mess, like Lorenzo being a living saint before that almost helped to make the point after he goes full on Nemesis mode? And if they stuck with the self-perpetuating Pazzi-Medici family feud as the main source of conflict from the beginning and didn’t try to add any kind of ideological component into it with the whole “true republic” bollocks, it could work absolutely splendidly. The point about self-perpetuating feuds was also kneecapped by the fact that Francesco didn’t have a good reason to turn on Lorenzo, leaving me almost cold during their final confrontation. Well, almost, because “cold” isn’t really an option when one is confronted with Francesco’s tousseled hair and face artfully covered in blood and dirt... As for Lorenzo abandoning his principles and Pazzi achieving a small victory in seeing that, I actually kinda liked it? They didn’t emphasize it enough in my opinion... But maybe it will lead to something later? Like in the next season that said I am not going to watch???

- CLARICE MY ANGEL. I COULD CARE LESS FOR YOUR DUMBSHIT HUSBAND, BUT YOU... She kicked so much ass this episode, I fucking love her. And her and Lorenzo fending off attackers together, maybe Lorenzo x Clarice deserves rights actually? Fuck, I AM going to watch season 3, am I not? Curse you, final episodes, why do you have to be so good?!

- This episode also made me feel for Sandro of all people! Imagine, me caring about Sandro! The fuck??? This writing is truly something else...

- The moment when mob turned on the Pazzi and backed Lorenzo was kinda overdone, like I wish his popularity with the people was actually well-developed and wasn’t just taken as a reflection of the objective truth that he’s just that awesome... But like. It is historically accurate, mostly? Lorenzo did prevail over the conspirators thanks to his overwhelming popular support, which in turn did stem from the things mentioned by the mob (support of arts, economic prosperity of the city etc.). I adore the scene in concept, even if the actual writing was piss poor.

- I was a bit miffed at the rando employee of the Medici getting all of that spotlight, especially since I don’t remember him even being there before - I mean, he could’ve been, but either way he didn’t have a big enough role to justify him being that big of a part of the climax. Heck, even the relationship of the Medici family to their subordinates in general wasn’t a big part of this season, so Nori’s death didn’t work for me at all. But, credit where credit is due, he is based on a real guy that really died defending Lorenzo from the assassins, so kudos to the writers for that!

- Another testament to the quality of the writing on display? I gave a shit about Gugliermo and Bianca! Their conflict first with each other and then with Lorenzo was short, but did kinda slap. The exile was kind of a non-resolution to their story, I guess if I am watching season 3 anyway, might as well find out what happened to them afterwards.

- To think a lot of this was indirectly caused by good old Ugo shanking his asshat boss fucking sent me. Though I guess the Pazzi really did shank Lorenzo, brother of Cosimo? Dunno, don’t remember who killed the older Lorenzo and at this point I am way too lazy to look it up.

- Overall a 4/10 season, would’ve been 3/10 without those final episodes. I most definitely do not recommend it, like there’s just way too much stupid for that, your life is short and with so many better period dramas out there, you’d just be wasting your time. That said, if you’ve watched season 1 and want to finish the series, I guess it’s not completely unbearable. Now, if you excuse me, I’ll be in my room writing the filthiest, sappiest, most self-indulgent Clarice x Lucrezia D fanfic you can imagine...

[good--merits-accumulated]

Vesuvius: Historical Tidbits!

So I just posted Vesuvius, my Italian Renaissance Anderperry oneshot, over on the AO3 - read it here, especially if you haven't read it before seeing this post. It was never meant to be anything more than the vaguest of historical fictions, and is exactly zero percent accurate, but a couple of the places/terms I used had some fun facts behind them, so what I couldn't or didn't want to fit into footnotes goes here!

WARNING: PRETTY MAJOR SPOILERS HERE! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED, GO READ THE FIC FIRST!

First; names were gotten mainly from the Peiraeus Public Library, the Academy of Saint Gabriel, and a Reddit thread that I can't actually find now.

Also - never actually mentioned in the fic, but Neil's first name is Niccolò! It seemed fitting for his name to be lost to history; it's tragic because the whole thing is a tragedy and ends with the demise of the House of Pisani; it's logical because I can't imagine that Andrea would want his old best friend/erstwhile rival's name to remembered, especially in connection to Todd's death; it's happy because the best thing I could do for Neil was to let him fade quietly out of history and never have to deal with anything like that again for the rest of his life. But I couldn't resist giving him a name that means "people's victor" lol. Dramatic irony ftw

Sidenote: I only chose Tommaso because it sounds like Todd and I was trying to stick pretty close to their canon names, but it does mean "twin", so... whoops! Uh oh! What a thing to name the guy who spends most of his childhood and early adulthood alone and searching for a family! Sorry man!

"Il triumvirato" - probably very obvious, but Italian for "triumvirate".

Speaking of the painting - did you catch the broken cup corresponding to the cup on the de' Rossi coat of arms? Looks like someone's been hungry for power for a couple of years, Andrea! (In my mind he has the portrait commissioned at the height of the "golden years", when he's drunk on power and Todd and Neil have not yet abandoned his cause.)

Last note on the paintings is on the clothing; the cloak is a mantello, the undershirt a camicia, the doublet a farsetto and the tabard a giornea, and the hose calze. I didn't do much (any) research on the colours/materials, so that will likely be anachronistic. Andrea's outfit looks a little like this:

Neil's like this (on the right):

And Todd is in cardinal's robes! More on that in one or two bullet points.

I only mention One Thousand and One Nights in the footnotes but actually all of the stories our narrator mentions are anachronistic - Maestro Lattantio and Costatino Fortunato (an early version of Puss in Boots!) were both first published in The Facetious Nights of Straparola by Giovanni Francesco Straparola, circa. 1550-1553

Actually, quick note to confirm the dates; Todd first becomes a cardinal in 1479, and the conversation witnessed by our narrator happens around 1484.

Todd IS quite young to become a cardinal (think mid to late-20s), but that makes more sense in the full AU ;)

As said in the footnotes, the Palazzo is based on the Palazzo Reale/del Broletto Vecchio. Check it out!

(Yeah, narrator, go ahead. Try hiding in THIS one.)

Cardinals have red robes! And of course once I realised this the blood comparisons were endless and overwhelming. Like, come on:

WHAT a red. Thank you, Jeremy Irons in The Borgias.

And this is a galero, the red hat of the cardinals:

Wide brim for obscuring the face while telling secrets.

The Pazzis briefly alluded to are the Pazzis of the Pazzi conspiracy, which has been taking up just absolute miles of my brain space since I started reading about it. Like holy shit. What was going on there

Cardinals are valuable to have at the time; mostly covered in the text, but they're ways to have your family's fingers in all the political pies. (Popes are of course better, but cardinals more attainable.) But then again, now your son owes his first alliance to Rome. Uh oh!

The Castel Sant'Angelo is this huge imposing museum in Rome that has been by turns a fortress, mausoleum, and a prison:

The Bible verse is from Luke 2:9 - the birth of Jesus. Fun fact; the image of Todd as a soft-spoken, mild young cardinal, believed to be harmless and gentle by everyone around him, absolutely glowing with a kind of divine rage was the thing that first kickstarted this oneshot!

The Duomo di Milano:

Hell of a place to die in the arms of your lover (+ in front of the man who's always loved you, but loved power more). (Sidenote: in the full AU (which lives only in my mind) I have SO MANY SO MANY thoughts about Andrea/Todd/Neil as a triumvirate and SO MANY SO MANY thoughts about how they interact and what turns all of their stories into tragedies. So if anybody wants to ask me about them.........)

Feast day of St. Matthias: May 14th. St. Matthias replaced Judas as the twelfth apostle (there's a certain betrayal echoed here between the triumvirate that makes me go crazyinsane) and is the patron saint of carpenters, tailors, smallpox sufferers, and in prayers for perseverance and hope.

The crypt of the Duomo di Milano, where Todd is buried:

And... that's it! I think! Thanks for reading!

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Edit 25/10/23 - just a minor thing that doesn't really impact the fic at all, but I do think that Todd's death also plays a part in the complete destroyal of the de' Rossis - not because of Andrea's wrath but because of the Pope's. Like, he's not an important cardinal or even a very well-respected one, but he is still a prince of the Church! And killing him would definitely provoke some papal blowback. Just been reading about the Cardial di San Giorgio after the Pazzis, and the Pope sending messengers to get him, and when that was denied essentially declaring war on Lorenzo de' Medici (although of course that wasn't all on the Cardinal's account). Like you know. Family is family. (He was TWENTY-SEVEN when it all went down, what the fuck!)

[maaaddiexo]

Medici: The Magnificent

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FRANCESCO DE’ PAZZI - WE COULD NEVER TRULY BE FRIENDS

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[sforzesco]

I love your art! When are we getting a fanart of Lorenzo de' Medici and Poliziano? I am still obsessed with the Lorenzo+Braccio one

I’m going to have to make a FAQ just for this because this is the third time I’ve gotten an ask about this lmao

like I said before, it’s not going to happen unless someone wants to send me a pdf of the English translation (the one that’s translated with an introduction by Guido A. Guarino) of Lorenzo’s entire body of writing, or I get commissioned for it!

[aphroditelovesu]

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[writersmacchiato]

request for being married to francesco pazzi bc i love him and i wish his ending wasn’t like that🥺🥺 or literally any francesco hcs bc there are almost no good fics about him and he DESERVES BETTER!!!

francesco does deserves better ahh :’( some spice ahead, so take caution! also Pazzi Conspiracy?? never heard of her

Being Married to Francesco Pazzi would include. . .

okay but picture this; you’ve just woken up, still groggy from sleep, when you look over Francesco is still asleep, he looks relaxed, peaceful, younger, and he shifts closer to you, placing his arm over your waist

you get to wake up to that every day!!

his morning voice?? is swoon worthy. he knows how much you love it and fully uses it to his advantage

if he doesn’t have any business to take care of, he’ll spend the morning cooped up with you, eating breakfast in bed, kissing you lazily, smiling until his cheeks hurt, he’s soft in the morning

but when he does have to leave, he’ll kiss you on the forehead and whisper how much he loves you, delaying his departure until he has absolutely has to leave.

will sit through a meeting, completely stone faced, and everyone is like ‘wow he’s focusing so intently on this’ but he’s really thinking about you and how much he misses you and how he doesn’t want to be here and listen to Lorzeno and his uncle argue yet again when he could be with you

he’s so lovesick, it’s kinda gross

but he adores you completely, body and soul, and would die for you

when he was just courting you, he got into a fight with another man over you and from that moment you were labeled as his

his chest puffs up with pride when someone calls you his wife, melting when you call him husband

will perish when you’re kissing him, running your hand over his chest, and he feels the metal of your ring on his skin

when he is feeling stressed, you’ll have him rest his head on your lap and run your fingers through his hair and he has never felt more relaxed

you love his hair, it’s glorious, and he takes extra care in grooming himself for you; he knows you didn’t marry him on his appearance, but he knows it certainly helped his wooing of you ;)

okay i’ve been avoiding this so far, but the sex would be amazing, okay? okay. had to say that

can and has spent hours in between your thighs, would gladly die there

wake him up with a blowjob? god, he won’t stop smiling for the entire day and everyone finds it so off-putting

anywAY

married life would be sweet, Francesco would often plan little things to do with you, time spent alone just being in love :’)

will eat dinner with you every night, talking about his day, listening as you discuss yours, leaning on his hand, smiling faintly as he has ‘heart eyes’ looking at you

you often gossip over a glass of wine, sitting in front of the fireplace in your bedroom, sitting in between his legs, giggling as you tell him some juicy bits of news you learned while out at the market

he’ll run a bath for you, at night, lighting candles. sometimes he joins you, but it’s your little moment of peace to unwind

when you come to bed, he’ll open his arms and hold you close for a moment. pressing his forehead to yours.

“I love you.”

it’s the last thing he tells you before he falls asleep and the first thing he says when he wakes up

would be an amazing husband, 10/10

[justauthoring]

that one meeting // francesco pazzi

Request(s): Hello, dear!❤ I want to ask if you could write an imagine where reader isn't involved in Medici/Pazzi rivalry,she isn't noble (mb, a daughter of some successful merchant),but it doesn't bother her, she's confident & caring person. Once she bumps into Francesco,the encounter ends up intense, but he starts to take interest & he finds comfort in her after the failure at the tournament.I want to see soft Francesco,his feelings & unsuccessful attempts to deny them due to fear of becoming vulnerable.

Could you do a Francesco Pazzi with a reader that’s kind of out of her time. Like, she’s not scared to speak up, and she would want to be the head of her house one day, instead of her husband. Maybe she meets him for a meeting, and he’s a little confused. Like, isn’t your brother/father supposed to be here for this meeting? Something like that.

Domestic fluff with Francesco? I can’t think of anything specifically but maybe their first meeting, then the wedding (+night) and so on? 

Francesco Pazzi x reader meet at a masked ball?💗

Requested by: @colorfulangelhandskid (I had to change your (the last) request slightly, hope you dont mind!)

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 3,373

“Here’s just through here, Ma Donna.”

With a polite smile, you clasp your hands before yourself, bowing at the servant as he makes his exit, stepping in through the door. You let your eyes wander on the interior design of the room, before settling on the man positioned adjacent to you.

At the sound of your footsteps, the man slowly straightens out, turning his head over his shoulder, his body following, to face you.

With a bow of your head, you raise a brow; “I was hoping to see Jacopo Pazzi,” you comment after a moment, letting your eyes wander across the man before you. He can only be a few years older than yourself, possibly even less than that, and it is that that makes you certain that this is not Jacopo Pazzi stood before you. Your brother had warned you that the man was older, as old as your own father, and that he had a nasty looking face, for lack of a better description.

“My uncle apologizes,” the man begins, and you are not oblivious to the way his eyes glance past your shoulder, towards the door you’d just entered; as if he expects another to come waltzing through. “But he had urgent business to attend to in regards to our bank. He left me in charge for the time being.”

“Ah,” you nod with a small smile. Stepping forward, you stop by the table the same man is stood by, setting down the files in your hands before meeting the man’s gaze once more. “Well then, I am Y/N Y/L/N, and you are..?”

The man accepts your outstretched hand hesitantly, a air of confusion surrounding him. “Francesco Pazzi,” he introduces with a slight squeeze and shake of your hand. As you let go, your hand falling by your side, Francesco clasps his own behind his back, turning towards the door once more. “Should we wait for your brother, or--”

“There’s no need,” you cut off gently, never tearing your gaze off of the papers before you, filing out those you need and those you do not. “It is just me.”

“Oh.”

Inwardly, you sigh, carefully not to let your frustration show. It is best not to be improper and rude to potential investors, no matter how much this tiring and often-reoccurring conversation has begun to get on your nerves.

Finally, you raise your head, you meet the man’s dark eyes once more. “Not used to doing business with a woman?”

“It is not that--” Francesco falls shut at the knowing look you send his way, his shoulders falling. “Well, if I am being honest, yes. It is odd for a man to let his sister do his meetings for him.”

“I assure you, Messer Pazzi, my brother is not letting me do anything,” your words are spoken with barely concealed snide. Despite the smile plastered on your lips, it is obvious that your patience is growing thin. While you are not unused to this type of discrimination, it never seizes to annoy you. “We work along side each other, you see. Now that my father is too old to run the family, we work as a partnership. We do so until we have built families of our own and so that when I am married, I can become the head of the family.”

Francesco laughs. Quite literally... laughs. It bursts from his lips before he is seemingly able to stop or control himself. He is quick to cover it, despite the damage already done, his hand falling to his lips in seconds as he composes himself.

“I see you find it amusing, Messer Pazzi.”

“It is just... unheard of. I meant no insult, Ma Donna Y/L/N.”

“Yes, well,” letting the smile fade, you turn back to the table. “I’d really like to get on with the meeting, so I can leave as soon as possible.”

Francesco smiles falters slightly at your quickly placed insult, narrowing his eyes just slightly as you continue to smile up at him. With a slight cough, he shifts, squaring his shoulders with a nod. “Right,” he mumbles, “let’s get on with business then.”

About two hours later, you and Francesco are done and thankfully pleased with the outcome of your arrangements. You find yourself genuinely smiling as Francesco leads you out of the room, knowing that your brother and father will be pleased and you’ve set up a beneficial arrangement for your family.

As you move to leave, you turn to Francesco with a genuine smile, as opposed to before, with your hand held out. “It was wonderful doing business with you, Messer Pazzi,” you say politely and professionally. “I’m sure both of our families will be pleased with the outcomes.”

Francesco accepts your handshake this time without any hesitance, squeezing firmly with a genuine smile on his lips. “Indeed,” he nods. With that, you turn to leave, before Francesco stops you; “how long are you and your family planning on staying in Florence, Ma Donna Y/L/N?”

“Oh, indefinitely,” you answer plainly with a small nod. “Father is too ill to move around anymore, so it seems this is to be our new home.”

You don’t seem to take notice of the smile that falls on Francesco lips as you make your way outside. His eyes watch you carefully, your movements and all, as you glance up at him with a smile one last time. 

“Maybe we will see each other around then.”

“Maybe, Messer Pazzi.”

-

After days, and then weeks, begin to pass by. Francesco finds himself losing hope that he will see you again. He spends his days mainly in the Pazzi bank, working hard by his uncle and brother’s side, almost relentlessly and it is very rare he is able to enjoy a moment to himself outside of his own room.

You yourself are quite busy as well. You run around, making arrangements and investments and the such with your brother, working harder and harder to make a name for yourselves and your family.

And it seems to be working, as both a blessing and opportunity lands your way when you are invited to a gathering of some noble families. It is some sort of masked ball, something of which you’ve never had the privilege to go to. You find yourself counting down the days to the event, not only because of the opportunity it provides your family but because of the fact that this is your first time going to such an event.

You find yourself adorned in a dress way too elegant and fancy for yourself, and a wide smile on your lips as you litter across the room with a mask over your eyes, hiding your identity. Both your brother and yourself had been invited, and you find yourself dancing with him in the midst of the crowd, bursts of laughs leaving your lips as he twirls you around and treats you with respect only he was ever capable of doing.

The ball is everything you could’ve hoped it to be, and you find yourself practically mesmerized and in disbelief at the sight of it.

With business done and out of the way, you let your professional side fade and yourself to enjoy the rest of the night.

With a soft laugh, you slow your step, slipping your hands out of your brothers as you quickly excuse yourself. Your feet are somewhat sore, and you need a moment to catch your breath as you weave your way through the pairs of dancing couples to the sides, taking a drink off of one the servant plasters and relishing in the feeling of the cold liquid down your throat.

When you turn your attention back on your brother, mask in hand and away from your face, you find him already sweeping another woman off of her feet, causing your lips to curve upwards in a bright smile.

“Ma Donna Y/L/N, I wondered if that was you.”

Lips parting, you turn your head to right, meeting the slight familiar eyes of a masked face. As the man continues to make his way towards you, your eyes widen upon realization; “Messer Pazzi?”

Pulling the mask away, Francesco smirks down at you; “the one and only.”

Raising a coy brow, you roll your eyes at his smugness; “I didn’t expect to see you here,” you comment, watching as the man falls next to your side. “Parties hadn’t seemed like your thing.”

“My family is great friends with the hosts,” Francesco explains with a nod, letting his eyes wander across the crowd. “And yourself?”

“Invited by the hosts,” you explain with a smile. “They thought it a great opportunity to find out more about who they were investing their money into. Can’t say I blame them.”

“Well, i’m sure you charmed your way into the deal.”

With a slight roll of your eyes and laugh, you nod; “it worked on you, didn’t it?”

Francesco pauses a moment, letting his eyes fall on your own and steadily meeting your gaze. The smirk never faltering from his lips, Francesco lets out a chuckle. “You sure do know your way with words, Ma Donna Y/L/N.”

“Please,” you whisper, “Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

Blinking up at him, you feel your cheeks warm slightly, despite yourself. “We aren’t doing business now, are we Messer Pazzi? So, please, call me Y/N.”

“Then call me Francesco,” he grins down at you, “sound like a deal?”

“Okay, Francesco,” you can’t help but notice the way his name seems to roll off the tip of your tongue with ease. Almost perfectly. “Sounds like a deal.”

With a nod, Francesco takes a step forward, turning his body towards you as your eyes fall on his hand, his palm held up and open towards you. You stare at it a moment, before meeting his eyes once more with slightly confusion. With a soft smile, Francesco grins; “you won’t deny me a dance will you, Y/N?” He questions coyly. “Certainly not when you look as beautiful as you do.”

Feeling your cheeks warm, your gaze lowers bashfully. But still, you set your hand in his own. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

-

You can’t help the way you jumps at the sight of his body slamming to the ground. You can’t hear it, but you’re sure the impact is both powerful and painful.

You don’t share in the cheers of victory from those around you towards the winner of the tournament; Lorenzo De Medici. You barely know the man and while he seemed kind enough, you can’t seem to find yourself as happy as the others at the sight of Francesco, crawling up to his feet with barely concealed pain in his eyes.

Your eyes watch his movements carefully, hesitating to rush after him right away and waiting for the right and appropriate moment. You watch as Francesco ignores the hand Lorenzo holds out towards him, mumbling something you can’t make out before making his way over to his uncle. You had heard of the rivalry between the Pazzi and Medici when you’d first arrived in Florence, but hadn’t paid much mind to it because truthfully you hadn’t cared.

But now that you knew Francesco better, it being a few weeks since the ball and your friendship having become steady and strong, you found yourself feeling both pity and concern for the man and resentment towards the Medici -- to no tru fault of their own. Purely based off of biased.

So the moment he steps away from his uncle, you take your chance, making your way around and through the crowds of people to meet him. He is completely by himself when you find him, attempting to pull off his tunic with haste, his lips curling in discomfort at the injuries that had befallen on him.

Ignoring the nerves in your stomach, you inhale sharply; “allow me to help.”

You don’t meet Francesco’s gaze as he turns to face you, bowing your head as you position yourself in front of him, your hands raising to unbutton his tunic while he remains sat in his chair. Francesco says nothing as you do so, and silently, you pull off the tunic, leaving him in nothing but a thin white shirt. You hesitate before pulling off the shirt, finally flickering your gaze upwards to meet his; “i’ll have to take of your shirt to assess the wounds properly.”

“I didn’t know you were so adverse in skills, Y/N.”

“I’m not,” you say softly, “but i’ll be able to help you better than you will.”

Francesco says nothing in response, silently pulling his shirt up and over his head. You’re careful not to let your gaze wander longer than appropriate, but unable to hide the blush on your cheeks at the sight of him so bare and vulnerable before you. Long ago had you accepted your growing affections for Francesco, but this was the closest the two of you had ever been and you find yourself struggling to react professionally.

You ignore his intense stare as you stare at the bruising along his ribs, letting your fingers gently stroke across the skin. “It doesn’t look serious,” you whisper, your gaze focused. “It will hurt for the next few days, and you’ll have a nasty bruise, but I don’t think you’ve broken anything.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

Nodding, you move to pull away, but Francesco surprises you by taking your hand in his own. It causes your entire body to still, lips parting as your eyes flicker to meet his own. For a long while, it’s silent, the two of you just staring at one another before you whisper; “Francesco?”

Something about your voice must pull him out of his stupor. With a blink of the eye, he shakes his head, pulling his hand from your own. “Sorry.”

Part of you wonders if you should just leave it. But it doesn’t settle right within you to do so, and the way he had looked at you then hadn’t felt like nothing. So, biting your lip, you take a step forward, setting your hand on his cheek, pulling his eyes back on your own. “It’s okay,” you whisper, noticing the sense of vulnerability in his eyes but the way he tries to hide it.

“Y/N--”

You lower to your knees, crouching before the man as he remains sat on the chair before you. Letting your hand lower to his chest, you inhale deeply. “It’s okay,” you repeat, “I won’t hurt you.”

“You...” His words trail, eyes falling shut in frustration. “How can you...”

“I know that i’m not the only one who feels it,” you explain. “That i’m not the only one who felt it that day we met. And it’s okay. We don’t have to pretend.”

Francesco hesitates a moment, turning to look at you. His lips part to say something, but then he pauses, and then suddenly, either of his hands are on your cheeks, pulling you close and upwards to meet his lips. You instantly return the action, letting your hands fall on his hips as you curve your body into his own, eyes falling shut.

Francesco nips at your lower lip, and each of you pour your growing affections for one another in that one kissing, saying everything you could’ve said better than words.

And when he pulls back, Francesco leans his forehead against your own, his breath shaky. 

“It’s okay,” you repeat, letting your thumb stroke his cheek. “It’s okay.”

-

“Your brother told me I could find you here.”

Eyes softening, you turn your head over your shoulder, an instant smile falling on your lips as you meet Francesco’s eyes. Instantly, you push yourself up to your feet, rushing over to him with a bright grin. Your hands fall on his cheeks as his wound around your waist, and you press your lips firmly against his.

“What are you doing here?” You breathe once you’ve pulled apart, falling back onto your feet instead of your tiptoes, biting your lip as you gaze up at him. 

Francesco only smiles, stepping past you gently and making his way to the table you’d been sat at. His hands softly graze across the numerous books littered across the table, some opened, some shut. You watch him with a soft smile. blinking up at him when he turns back to look at you. “You never told me you read so much,” Francesco comments, smirking down at you coyly.

Shrugging your shoulders, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve loved to read since I was a little girl,” you explain idly, falling next to him by the table as you shut the book you’d been reading before he entered. “My mother used to read to me before she died,” you continued, leaning in Francesco’s touch as he lets his fingers stroke across your cheek down to your collarbone. “It reminds me of her. It’s silly, I know.”

Francesco smiles softly down at you; “I think it’s beautiful.”

Blushing faintly, you giggle softly, swatting his hand away playfully. “Now, are you going to tell me why you’re here or?”

Francesco smiles, confidently and he licks his lips slowly, his gaze never wandering from your own. “Patience is a virtue, love.”

“Don’t play coy with me, love,” you remark teasingly.

“Okay, okay,” Francesco relents, letting his hand fall on your hip as he tugs you towards him. Settling you so you are pressed chest against chest, Francesco takes your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger. “I came to ask for your hand in marriage.”

Surprise floods you, your eyes widen as your smile fades; not in disappointment but in disbelief. You find yourself stunned speechless, simply staring up at Francesco with wide eyes and parted lips.

After a moment, Francesco laughs nervously; “I sure hope your silence is a yes.”

Snapping out of your stupor, you blink, quickly nodding. “Yes, yes,” you sputter out, the words registering within you as you grin widely. “Oh, God, yes. Yes, yes, yes!”

Chuckling, Francesco takes your hand in his own; “you are happy?”

Biting your lip, you feel your eyes water; “beyond happy, Francesco, I...” Unable to find the words, you just lean forward, pressing your lips against his own with force and passion and warmth and love and everything you feel in that one moment. Francesco doesn’t hesitate to do the same, his one hand cupping the back of your head, the other placed firmly on your back, pulling you close.

When you pull back, you let out an airy laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

“You have made me the happiness woman, Francesco.”

Brushing back your hair, Francesco smiles fondly down at you; “I am so glad. And trust me when I say this, you will be able to lead our family just as you have with your own.”

Smiling, you blink, unable to stop your tears; “thank you.”

“Thank you.”

-

“I have waited for this day for... months.”

You laugh, an air of happiness never leaving you as you begin to untie the laces of your dress. As you continue to do so, you turn to Francesco with a smirk; “you have?”

Raising his hand, Francesco helps untie the last string, his hands moving to pull the dress slowly off of your shoulders. “Since I first saw you in that dress at the masked ball,” he explains with a soft smile. “You were absolutely breathtaking, and that’s when I knew I was taken with you.”

Grinning, you move your hands to the hem of his shirt, shuffling closer to him so your legs are straddle over his own. “And whoever said I was the one gifted with words.”

Snorting, Francesco helps you pull his shirt over his head, leaving him bare to you before returning his attention to your dress. He slips the rest of it off your shoulders, his fingers gently tracing the skin from your collarbone to the dip in between your breasts to your stomach. And then, he pauses, meeting your eyes.

“I love you, you know that right?”

You nod without hesitance, pressing a kiss against the corner of his lips; “just as I love you.”

-

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[imaginesbykesia]

Francesco Falling in Love with a Medici Girl Would Include

you would formally meet Francesco at Bianca’s wedding

you had seen each other before of course

at parties and around Florence

he had always wanted to come up and introduce himself

but his Uncle would never have approved

then he sees you at the wedding

and he’s already cut all ties with his uncle so he doesn’t need to care about what Jacopo thinks anymore

so he comes over and stands next to you during the ceremony

and he introduces himself later at the reception

Lorenzo and Giuliano know exactly what’s going on but you’re completely oblivious

he asks you to dance with him and keeps offering to get you drinks

the two of you laugh and joke around the whole night

and everyone is shocked because Francesco is never like this with anyone

but you just brush it off

after that night the two of you are practically inseparable

he tries to spend every single waking moment with you

sometimes you show up at the bank and Francesco does everything he can to try and impress you

and Jacopo is clenching his fists and rolling his eyes the whole time

because you’re supposed to be the enemy

but Francesco is too entranced with you to notice

and he’s terrified to really make a move

but one day he hears that some noble is planning on going to Lorenzo

and asking for your hand in marriage

and the idea of another man being with you makes his skin crawl

so before he even realizes what he’s doing he’s on your doorstep

and he’s asking you if it’s okay to ask Lorenzo for your hand in marriage

and once the words leave his mouth he starts to panic

because what if you don’t feel the way he does

but before he knows it you’re grabbing his hand and pulling him towards Lorenzo’s study

and you burst in through the doors and shove him towards Lorenzo

“Lorenzo, Mssr Pazzi has something he’d like to ask you.”

Francesco has never loved you more

and Lorenzo says yes

obviously

because he wants you to be happy and he’s begun to get along with Francesco really well

Francesco wants the wedding to come as quickly as possible

he just wants to finally be able to call you his own

on the day of the wedding, he can’t stop smiling

he also can’t keep his eyes off you

people keep trying to come up and congratulate him but the only thing he’s focused on is you

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[teecupangel]

Giovanni would be the type of cocky Assassin that would make Francesco believe he’s marking Giovanni somewhere Lorenzo had (like the foot or armpit) but in reality, naaaahhh, he’s fucking with Francesco XD

Jacopo gets to badtouch Giovanni AND Federico… as a treat! XD

Also, he doesn’t die. More often than not, he ends up being the voice of reason that may or may not be the actual reason why the Auditores haven’t killed any of the Pazzi… yet. (Francesco is definitely getting on their nerves though).

All I’m hearing is a Vieri x Ezio x Cesare threesome where Cesare and Vieri are both competing with Ezio being the ‘judge’.

… Ah, but just think… Lucrezia and Viola tagteaming to seduce Claudia and Ezio… Ezio being all “… yeah, I can get behind that” while Claudia’s just “No.” (Lucrezia and Viola starts kissing) “……… No……?”

Just imagine how betrayed Vieri and Cesare would be knowing their sisters are all in on the whole 'we can seduce the Auditores better together'.

On the badtouch templar idea, just how bad is the Pazzi-Auditore rivalry pre- and post-Dec. 29, 1476?

Badtouch Templars AU! (main idea, the Auditores and the Borgias)

The Auditores’ relationship with the Pazzi could be summarized as ‘pulling the pigtails’ kind. Giovanni didn’t immediately think they were Templars because they were rival bankers and more of a nuisance than an actual threat to the Medici family.

Then Vieri and Ezio had a one night stand before becoming bitter rivals who may or may not kiss and hatefuck once in a while and Giovanni just chalked that up to teenage hormones.

So when he got evidence that the Pazzi were in on a very serious and dangerous plan to take out the Medici, he jailed Francesco out of caution. When Francescao started making comments of how Giovanni needed a firm hand to guide him, well… red flags are being raised by then but he still needs proof.

The Auditore arrest still happens though and Giovanni will never stop beating himself for simply dismissing the Pazzi’s previous actions as ‘meh’ instead of ‘Templars! Absolutely Templar badtouch!’ but, in his defense, the Pazzi’s badtouch didn’t really start amping to Templar level until they showed their true colors.

In a nutshell:

Vieri absolutely carries a torch for Ezio but, in this case, Ezio has an upper hand in their ‘relationship’. Also, Ezio has had a threesome with Vieri and his sister, Viola… the joke of Ezio fucking Viola once that enraged Vieri was because he was mad that Viola got to fuck Ezio without him.

Claudia hates Viola because she’s super clingy whenever they meet during noble gatherings and even in the streets. She assumes Viola is into Ezio and is trying to be close to Claudia to get to him. Viola wants Ezio AND Claudia. (She may or may not be a Templar BUT she’s definitely a Pazzi with the hots for the Auditores)

Francesco definitely wants Giovanni, half because, come on, it’s Giovanni, and half because he wants what Lorenzo has

Jacopo thinks Giovanni is a lost cause but his children, especially Federico and Ezio could still be ‘saved’.

[seongbyeol]

The First Encounter||Francesco de’ Pazzi

Medici: The Magnificent 

Note: I’ve seen and read, @/justauthoring’s fics about Francesco, Lorenzo, and Giuliano from Medici, and I couldn’t help my self to write something about Francesco. For some odd reason, I’m in love with him even though I know he’s bad. I mean, he isn’t really? At first he was. But I believe, I strongly believe that’s just his uncle manipulating him.

Warning: No warning. I think. Other than grammar errors.

Word count: 1031

Fandom: Medici

Pair: Francesco Pazzi x Reader. 

It was a ball like no other. My family had been invited to one of many Medici's balls, and with them they had decided to bring their children. I was one of the youngest, and I was the only one that hadn't been proposed to. That's something my father had talked about a lot. He wanted to leave this ball with a new ally, and a reassurance his youngest daughter was taken care of when he died. That's why he had been invited here in the first place. That's why he had come here in the first place.

But I couldn't be bothered. I wanted to be free. I wanted to go around the world, paint the skies, and the people. And paint the angels in their wake. I wanted to do as I pleased, even though I knew that wasn't my part to do. I was to be a perfect bride, who had to stand by her husband, and apply by his rules. And as much as I wished I had at least a say on who I was to marry, my father would have never let me. For I was a woman, and in his head, women where merely pretty objects to have around.

But who knew fate was such a mischievous thing. 

I had only seen him around. He had talked to Lorenzo, he even had talked with Lucrezia. And through it all, our eyes had met countless of times. And every time, a small smirk had formed in his lips, and his seductive eyes would travel down my dress until they where back on the person before him.  And every time, I wouldn't resist the temptation to also look at him. I did my best to not appear too eager. But if I had appeared that way I would just blame the liquor.

"(Y/N), dear." Called my father from where he was standing, calling me over towards him, where he was talking to one of the members of the priori. "I would like you to meet Jacopo Pazzi."

Turning towards the older man, I gave him a small smile, feeling slightly insecure by his presence.

"Ma donna." He said, taking my hand in his, kissing it. 

"And this is his nephew Francesco Pazzi." Without knowing, another presence had made it self known. And right in front of me, was him. The same man, with the piercing eyes.

"Ma Donna." He also took my hand in his, his eyes never leaving mine, making me feel all tingly inside. 

"Gentlemen, my daughter, (Y/N) Beneventi."

It was brief, our first encounter, but that was one of many. That ball just so happened to introduce us to each other,  not knowing what the older men where planning. 

Before I could hear anymore of what the men really wanted to talk about,I was whisked away by my mother and older sister. I had a feeling mother knew of what was transpiring between the men, but I didn't give it much of an importance. What new other thing could they be talking about other than business. Marriage? O please. 

Mother introduced us to some important women. Raging from Lorenzo de Medici's own wife and mother, to Simmonetta Vespucci and Lucrezia Donati. All had really nice insights on different things. None never really boring, but never really entertaining. And it didn't take long before my sister, Vittoria, would drag me away from the ladies, and into a different room away from prying eyes.

"I saw that." Was what she had said.

"Saw what?" I asked back, touching her hand that was in between my arms.

"You know what." When I gave her a confused look, she took it upon herself to specify. "Your secret looks with Francesco De' Pazzi." At this my cheeks went crimson red.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"And I'm pretty sure you do. And not to alarm you or anything, but he's looking this way." I instantly looked behind me, just to find an empty hallway, just to end up turning towards my laughing sister. "It's ok you know, you'll might end up marrying him. Who knows."

Those words stayed with me. They stayed with me for the entirety of the ball, and it made me feel uncertain. Was father really after all here to find me a husband? I mean I figured, but inside, I really wished to be wrong about father.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" I heard a voice behind me startling me in the process.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Medici." I placed a hand on my chest. Feeling my rapid heart inside it's rib cage.

"If that's what I wanted to do, believe me, you wouldn't be able to realize it was me." Said Lorenzo, placing a hand over my shoulders.

"And why is that?" I asked, looking his way. Trying to change the subject in a way. Hoping he would forget why he came to me.

"You'll be dead." He said nonchalantly. "Now, Stop trying to change the subject Francesco." He patted my shoulder. "Let's talk about the girl that has been captivating your eyes since the ball started."

"There's nothing to talk about." I looked away from Lorenzo meeting eyes with the same woman we've been talking about.

"Really, because she's staring, you're staring." I looked back at Lorenzo, unimpressed with his want of finding me a bride. "You know, there's a lot of women out there who would love to become a Pazzi. But I'm almost certain non will captivate you as much as she does. And if you let that go Francesco, I'm afraid you might regret it for the rest of your life." With a final pat on my shoulder, Lorenzo gave me a smile, and left to talk with other guests.

What Lorenzo had said, had struck me in the right places. And it made me think that maybe, this could be. But she was someone young, and I could see it in her eyes, how much she wanted to be free, how much she longed for adventure. I didn't want to be the one to rip that from her eyes.