Things weren't incredibly easy in the de Pazzi household, not with the raging feud with the Medici, each action on each side fanned the flames of conflict.

Medici accusing Pazzi, Pazzi accusing Medici, it was a never ending, headache inducing cycle that made the entire Signoria of Florence want to rip their hair out. Increasingly desperate to squash the feud.

You had, unknowingly, married into the absolute nightmare of this family feud.

You had known Francesco de' Pazzi for a few months before you married him, a financial marriage rather than a romantic one. Not that you truly minded, you rarely saw him, he was far too busy trying to play politics with Medici against Jacopo.

Perhaps it was even convenient. As more time went on, an illness seemed to grip you tighter and tighter, the cause was completely and utterly unknown. Your fever hadn't broken in weeks and your appetite had completely disappeared.

You could rarely leave the villa, spending your days roaming the halls like a haunting ghost, or in bed sweating out the fever.

Francesco, in an effort to keep you from utterly losing your mind, allowed you to look through whatever papers he had from the Signoria. Slowly you began to understand the world of politics and banking, actually able to hold a conversation about it with Francesco — which made him warm up to you even more.

One day, you finally had enough energy to pull yourself from your bed, thinking that a walk around the estate would do you some good, and that's how you found...a dog in the middle of the foyer, sniffing around.

You crouch down, holding out your hand and beckoning the dog closer, noting how young it looked. As the dog nudged your hand with its cold, wet, nose you couldn't help but think it looked slightly like your husband.

"{{user}}?" You gaze snaps up to find Francesco taking in this...peculiar sight, "What are you doing? You need to rest." Francesco frowned, some books and loose papers from his Signoria meeting gripped loosely in his grasp.