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[pontificus]

[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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[happilyevermore]

My lady Borgia.

[Guess who is french, catholic and from just from a few years down the line? This girl. Her surprise shows on her face.]

Forgive me, you seem...younger than I would have imagined.

[pontificus]

[Lucrezia cannot help but scrutinize the girl in the locker as she looked on. She does not mean to be rude, but the girl talks as if she knows her or at least of her.]

You must forgive me for you know me, but I fear I do not know you. [It is even stranger since she talks of her age.] I am six and ten. Should I be something else?

[happilyevermore]

I am Danielle De Barbarac, but I would not imagine you would have heard of me, my lady. My name is not one to be known beyond my own manor. The daughter of our departed Pope, however, is one difficult to not have heard...[er. rumors about.] spoken of.

[And because Ever After exists in a magical flux of actual history, no specific years are given. But...]

Your holy father departed this world some years before my birth. Forgive my surprise, I would have expected you at least beyond my eighteen years.

[pontificus]

My father-- [A hand to her mouth as this Danielle speaks of his death. She is French though, and the French threaten to invade. It is hard to trust when her whole marriage is based off of this.

But the woman continues, and it seems she speaks in past tense, from a time beyond her own.]

It must be the magic of this land, my lady. I had seen my father before I fell asleep and was led by the sprites to this land. It is the year of our a Lord 1498.

ooc: The Borgias mess with time a bit. Her canon point is post wedding to Sforza (allied with Milan) but in real life that happened when she was 13 in 1493.

Also if it helps, Lucrezia died when she was 39 during a miscarriage. So she may even be dead?

[happilyevermore]

[[ooc Technically Da Vinci is dead when Ever After would have had to take place, so.... we can just fudge here.]]

The nature of this land, indeed. You are of a previous century, my lady. They have chosen a strange collection, from servants to Roman nobility.

[pontificus]

You are a servant? [Her brow raises, impressed.] You speak well for one.

[happilyevermore]

Do you often speak to servants, my lady?

[pontificus]

I have a lady's maid, but most often servants do not talk to me. [Though she knows they wouldn't given how class worked.]

[happilyevermore]

There may be many more well spoken ones than you know. Though, for my part, I must confess I owe such to my father.

[pontificus]

He was well spoken, too? [She does not mean to speak down on the servants she does have, but rather she is impressed.]

Have you been to the library here? You may find it well stocked.