[She looks away then, eyes drawn southward. It seems Lucrezia cannot avoid it forever, though part of her has been truly hoping it was a dream, and this place her new reality. But he knows. The first here who knows of her marriage to Sforza.]
No one. [She should not admit that she is alone, but she has made ally enough here.]
no subject
No one. [She should not admit that she is alone, but she has made ally enough here.]