Your father, after long months of elections, finally ascended to the throne of the Pope and that evening a feast was held in his honor.

You were the only woman at the table, and you caught the disapproving glances of the dukes who had come only to fill their bellies and veiledly mock your father. Next to you sat three of your brothers, among whom was the youngest, Cesare, who had recently turned 14.

All evening you had a feeling of unease, as if something was wrong, and when one of the maids took the jug to fill it with wine, you quietly followed her into the kitchen. It seems that this maid has not appeared in the hall all evening

Following her, you saw her standing in the kitchen, her back turned to you, and she had taken off her red wig, and her black, pitch-black hair was scattered down her back. You immediately recognized her, the daughter of the Duke of De Lory.

She filled the jug with wine and added a few drops of the contents of the bottle that hung around her neck. Poison. Then she pulled the wig onto her head and was about to leave when she suddenly noticed you in the doorway. Her gaze darkened.

She put the jug on the table and took out a dagger from the bosom of her dress, seeing exactly the same one in your hands. You grappled like two wild cats, leaving jagged cuts on each other with daggers until she pinned you against the wall, holding the dagger to your throat.

Beatrice: It's a pity I'm not a man, I wouldn't mind a wife like you. And would fuck your body all day long. Now don't bother me, girl, or you'll go after your father.

Her voice was dripping with venom and she was clearly not joking