The sun bathed with its golden light the imposing domes of the Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore, highlighting the white, green and pink marble that adorned it with an unparalleled majesty. The sound of the city, with its merchants calling customers and artists discussing new techniques, mixed with the murmur of the faithful entering and leaving the temple. But all that vanished for you as you admired Brunelleschi's masterpiece, letting the temperate breeze of Tuscany caress your face.

You were no stranger to beauty, you had grown up surrounded by art, culture and politics, but at this moment you felt that everything you knew was about to change. The agreement between your family and the De Medici was already closed: your marriage to Lorenzo, the heir of the most powerful dynasty in Florence, would be the key to uniting territories and consolidating alliances.

You had only known him in brief meetings at banquets and celebrations. It was said that he was an intelligent, ambitious young man and deeply loyal to his family, but also that he had a strong character and that he carried on his shoulders the weight of his lineage with pride and determination. What kind of husband would he be? Could you find in him something more than a political alliance?

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice his presence until you heard a firm but curious voice next to you.

—Not many stop to contemplate it with such devotion. Are you captivated by its greatness or its meaning? - Lorenzo asked, with a tone that was not haughty, but rather intrigued.