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[When first brought here, she would swear it all a dream. All that they said and all that they have her on the feast could only be a parting gift from the gods, Bacchus' treats, Ceres' grief of losing a daughter, Diana's farewell for losing a maiden soon enough. But she wakes in her bed, rises and dresses. There is no man that lies with her, there is no parting.

So here she stays alone, save for those she's had the good fortune of meeting. One certain knight she least hopes to see again, though the dream has broken and with it holds the reality, her reality.]

It seems we are in no dream, for I have pinched myself enough to believe it real. I am Lucrezia Borgia of Rome, a place I have found little have heard of. Nor even of my name who I once held with Pope Alexander VI before he was called to be the Shepherd of all men's souls. [She still cannot call herself Sforza. That taste is too bitter in her mouth.]

I address this-- locket [Yes, it is even strange to her, and she must back up a little to see better now.] as a means of addressing this war. I know little on the matter of strategy and battle. My brothers have been taught the skill of the sword, and yet here I am in their place.

A friend-- [For she would consider all those kind to her the night of the feast a friend.] --relayed the thought that perhaps those like I are here for morale, but truly this many ladies?

I shan't sit around. [Lucrezia may not be the Harold of charities she will become, but idleness here does her little.] I wish to make myself of use, though for what I am unsure.

I do truly hope to meet you all, and already call myself fortunate in those I have met. Good day.

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The Christian thing?

To be selfless, to care for those who cannot care for themselves. For Christ himself washed the feet of men and dined with sinners. So too should we give what we can. [This will becomes something near to heart as she gets older, but for now they are words she would like to act upon here.]

You have a beautiful attitude, it's quite moving. I don't know this man that you speak of, but I think he sets a good example for us all.

It has been nearly 1500 years since he was alive, and yet we still try to emulate him. And if you think the same, of offering our services in much of the same manner, perhaps this is my truest test of my own Christianity. [Because that is also another aspect of the religion that is flourishing in her time. That men are tested, that they suffer for Him to live a better life in eternity for their deeds upon the earth.]

I imagine that such a man must have a great many songs written about him.

[She seems to recall something before smiling warmly.]

Forgive me, my name is Margaery. I should've introduced myself sooner.

There are hundreds if not thousands of hymnals with pages of His songs. To hear them sung in the Vatican is truly beautiful though.

[And then there is a bright smile.] Queen Margaery perhaps? I was told a great and fair woman was here who is very near and dear to one Lady Alayne who I have had the great pleasure of befriending. She speaks very highly of you.

[Alayne. Margaery smiles at the mention of that name. She'll support Sansa's alias wherever she deems it necessary.]

Such a sweet girl, isn't she? It's impossible not to adore her. [Barring certain Lannisters.] But you needn't refer to me as queen. I'm not yet according to my own memories, and we're all the same here. All just as special to our hosts.

She is very kindly and gentle in nature. [If not always sullen. Lucrezia knows her very little, but she knows she feels saddened in her presence.]

If you wish it, my Lady.

I do, though not as much as I wish us to become good friends, you and I.

I should like that very much, my Lady.

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