Memento Vivere

The Grande Canale stretched before them, a liquid artery winding through the heart of Venezia. Alix, though composed, couldn’t help but marvel at the spectacle unfolding around her. Palazzi (palaces) of ivory, rose, and tawny hues lined the water, their reflections shimmering like living paintings. The fading sunlight cast a warm glow upon the ornate facades, highlighting intricate carvings, arched windows, and balconies adorned with cascading flowers. Gondolas and merchant boats glided past, their passengers exchanging curious glances at the distinguished couple making their way through the heart of the city.

Rinaldo, seated beside her, observed Alix silently. Though his expression remained calm, he noted her every movement… the way her fingers rested lightly on the edge of the gondola, her gaze lingering on the passing scenery, and the subtle tension in her posture.

As they approached the Rialto Bridge, its iconic arches loomed overhead, bathed in the warm light of oil lanterns. The bridge bustled with activity… vendors closing their stalls for the day and couples leaning over the guard rail, watching the gondolas below. Passing beneath the bridge, the shadows deepened momentarily, and the muffled hum of the city gave way to the lapping of water against stone.

Turning away from the central thoroughfare, the gondola glided into quieter waters as they entered the Dorsoduro district. The atmosphere shifted; the grandeur of the Grande Canale gave way to narrower canals, where the facades of the buildings seemed to lean closer, their colors softened by age and moss. The air here was cooler, tinged with the faint scent of brine and the delicate notes of blooming jasmine trailing from wrought-iron balconies.

Alix glanced at Rinaldo, who caught her gaze and offered a faint but reassuring smile. “Dorsoduro is quieter than the Grande Canale,” he remarked softly. “It holds a different kind of charm… more intimate, more thoughtful.” His voice carried a note of pride, but also a hint of something deeper, as though he were inviting her into a part of himself as much as the city.

Soon, the gondola slowed as they approached the private dock of the Ca' Barberini, the d’Este family palazzo. Two liveried servants awaited them with lanterns, their warm glow illuminating the stone steps leading up to the grand entrance. The marble facade of the palazzo shimmered in the twilight, its arched windows catching the last of the daylight.

The gondolier expertly brought the vessel alongside the dock, steadying it as Rinaldo stepped out first. Offering his hand, he helped Alix disembark with care, his grip firm and steady. As her boots touched the stone, she glanced up at the palazzo, its imposing presence a reminder of the life she was about to enter.

“Welcome to Ca' Barberini…” Rinaldo said, his voice low yet resonant. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to still. Then, turning toward the awaiting servants, he issued quiet instructions. The night had only begun, and the unfolding story of Alix’s arrival at the heart of Venetian power was just taking shape.

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Hurried Preparation

At the sprawling Ca' Barberini, perched on the edge of the Grand Canal, a palpable sense of urgency replaced the air of calm opulence that usually marked its halls. The high, arched windows captured the last hues of Venetian twilight, their reflections flickering like flames across the shimmering marble facade. Within, the carefully laid plans for Lady Alix Tradonico’s grand arrival had been disrupted by her unexpected early appearance, throwing the household into a frenzy of last-minute adjustments.

Servants moved briskly, their steps echoing across the mosaic-tiled floors as orders were delivered and carried out with precision. Despite the compressed timeline, the piano nobile, where Lady Alix's chambers were located, was swiftly transformed into a sanctuary of refined elegance. The canopy bed, carved with intricate motifs and draped with cream silk embroidered in scarlet, stood ready. Candelabras were lit, their flickering light lending a warm glow to the room. A tray of perfumes and oils… rosewater, jasmine, and Venetian ambers… was placed on an ornate vanity, while the deep wine-red velvet gown Rinaldo had commissioned for her awaited its unveiling.

The stanza di ricevimento, adjacent to her quarters, bustled with activity. Seamstresses worked deftly, exchanging whispered debates over last-minute embellishments. Pearls were sewn onto a silk overskirt while a jeweled girdle from Florence was polished to perfection. The tension was palpable, yet every adjustment carried an air of meticulous care.

In another chamber, maids under the stern supervision of the housekeeper prepared a scented bath with lavender and bergamot, the rising steam filling the room with a calming fragrance. The housekeeper’s voice cut through the air, sharp but measured: “It must be flawless. The Consigliere will not accept anything less.”

Elsewhere, Rinaldo’s personal physician prepared for the delicate societal obligation that loomed… a medical confirmation of Alix’s virtue, demanded by Venetian custom. The physician, impassive and methodical, laid out his tools and a vial of clove oil. Rinaldo’s strict instructions echoed in his mind: Lady Alix would endure no harm, and any misstep would consign the offender to the Pozzi, the dark prison cells beneath the Ducale Palazzo.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the palazzo’s chandeliers blazed to life, the preparations reached their fever pitch. Though days ahead of schedule, the Ca' Barberini stood ready to welcome Lady Alix Tradonico into its folds. Her early arrival marked the beginning of not just her new life but a carefully orchestrated union poised to solidify Rinaldo’s ambitions in Venice and beyond.

The Arrival

At the doors, Rinaldo’s steward, clad in a simple yet well-tailored black doublet, awaited her arrival. A pair of liveried footmen flanked him, holding lanterns to guide the path. As the pair neared the doors, the steward stepped forward, bowing deeply. “Lady Alix Tradonico, welcome to the Ca' Barberini. It is our honor to receive you.”

The footmen opened the tall double doors, revealing the luminous interior of the Ca' Barberini. The scent of lavender and beeswax polish filled the air, mingling with the faintest trace of incense. The grand hall was illuminated by a central chandelier of Murano glass, its light refracting in dazzling patterns across the polished marble floors. Servants lined the edges of the room, bowing their heads in unison as Alix stepped inside.

Rinaldo awaited her at the foot of the grand staircase, his crimson cloak cascading over one shoulder, the intricate gold embroidery glinting faintly. His expression was unreadable, his sharp, dark eyes appraising her as neared him.

As she curtsied low before him, Rinaldo inclined his head slightly, his dark eyes fixed on her with a measured intensity. "Signorina…" he said, his voice smooth and firm, "you honor this house with your presence. It has been prepared to meet your every need." With a subtle gesture, he summoned his steward forward. "Go now and relax. Tonight, the evening meal will be your introduction to the house."

As Alix ascended the staircase, the soft rustle of her gown echoing in the cavernous hall, she felt the weight of expectation pressing down on her shoulders. Behind her, Rinaldo watched with measured intensity, the gears of his ever-calculating mind already turning.

His answers to her, set in a smooth and deliberate yet firm voice, had her incline her head to him. She needed to believe he would keep his word about her dagger since he had not denied its retrieval to her as her father most likely would have, believing weapons should not be in the hands of females who surely did not know how to wield them. She understood that the evidence of an attempt on her life and its proof, as well as his reassurance to finding answers to her half-brother’s death, had to be enough for now. She doubted he would let any threat to her or her family stand unanswered if only not to appear to have any weakness amongst those who would now also become part of his house if their union did not fall through.

She was exhausted, but her mind could not help but dwell on the past year's events. Her mother died from unexplained food poisoning from suspected spoiled food, and though Alix had fallen ill herself, she had been able to recover. There were unanswered questions as to the cause of Lorenzo’s death and the recent attempt on her own life. If she let herself give way to paranoia, it seemed that there were people who wished to see both branches of her family decimated.
Such grim thoughts would not help her well-being or please Signore d’Este, she was sure. She forced herself to stay in the present with the imposing man by her side.

She admired her surroundings as the last rays of the waning sun filtered through the cold clouds overhead and reflected in the dark lapping waters of the canals, now illuminated by the soft golden rose and ambers of the sky above, as well as the golden glow of lanterns. Venezia at sunset could not be done justice by words Lorenzo had used to describe it to her.

Though she was not a stranger to ships and smaller boats, the gondola's beautiful sleek, black hull was a novelty for her. She trusted her natural agility and Signore d’Este’s strength as he guided and helped her aboard.

Once adequately seated with her onyx silk gown arranged modestly, she unconsciously let her slim, gloved fingers dance on the edge of the gondola, tracing an invisible pattern of a rose concealed on her person. Wide eyes, partially veiled, gazed in silent admiration as her betrothed subtly signaled the finely dressed gondolier to push off and set their journey to his home in motion.

Though she was weary from her long and arduous journey, she stayed alert, both to get her bearings and to note the waterways the gondola traveled by to get to Signore d’Este’s home. She wished to try to commit to memory every detail of Venezia, which her outward senses took in. The city seemed something out of the fairytales read to her by her mother when she was a child, and the man near her, the word handsome, did not do him justice. However, who and what he was, remained to be discovered.

As she gazed at him, he spoke to her of his home. She took in the note of pride but realized that he was also opening a part of himself to her. She graced him with a tiny but sincere smile of gratitude, yet she wondered why her? She knew she possessed charms, connections, and fortune, but with an honest appraisal of herself, she also knew many women possessed much more. She wished to ask him, but it would break the quiet intimacy they now shared, and she was loathed to do so. Nor did she want him to think she was falsely modest.

With her betrothed’s help and guided by the soft glow of lanterns carried by the two liveried servants, Alix trod off the gondola with light steps onto the stone surface, which led upward towards the grand entrance.

When Signore d'Este welcomed her, she bowed low to him and murmured a soft “Grazie.” Deep violet-blue eyes met his celestial ones with a sense of gratefulness and honour but also something…a longing she could not yet understand or name.


At the steward’s greeting, unsure of customs here or how Signore d’Este viewed those in his employ but wanting to convey her appreciation, she gave the man a polite curtsy and a heartfelt “Thank-you, Signore.” before her gaze of admiration mixed with trepidation returned to her potential betrothed and what might soon be her new home.
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Alix climbed the stairs with a near-silent grace, despite her booted feet. She found the stairs leading to the piano nobile and her chambers, where she was met with bows from a stern yet welcoming older housekeeper and two younger maids, doing their best not to appear nervous or overly curious as they lowered their eyes politely towards their master’s new promised wife if all went accordingly.

The young Baroness found herself somewhat more relaxed in the company of Signore d’Este’s female servants after so much time being locked up or under the watchful eye of two guards when she was led up to the main deck after a foiled assassination attempt. She had caught some of the not-so-discreet whispers about her from the more superstitious crew of Al-Jarif. Some had named her Strega del Mare (Witch of the Sea); she hoped this did not reach the ears of Signore d’Este or his staff. She did not wish or want more complications to an already tricky beginning in her journey here.

As the housekeeper explained that a bath had been prepared for her and that the two maids would aid her, Alix inclined her dark head with a soft “Grazie.” She hoped she did not look or reek as much as she feared. She quickly excused herself to relieve herself in a chamberpot and hide the precious de Bruc signet ring she had secretly kept on her person. She would retrieve it when she was once more alone in the room allotted to her.

Alix returned feeling somewhat shy, though she did her best not to show it. These were not her maids who had known her since her childhood, and she did her best to ignore that the young women helping her disrobe, overseen by the housekeeper, would see her nude for the first time. She stared ahead and raised or lowered her arms when needed until her dress, skirt, and petty coats were removed.

Left only in her thin linen shift of palest lavender, she briefly closed her eyes, breathing in the warm perfumed mist of the bath water scented with lavender and bergamot. It helped calm her, and when she opened her eyes, she mutely nodded to the maid closest to her so that the girl could finish disrobing her as she pulled on the delicate drawstring at Alix’s full, shapely cleavage.

Once her shift was fully opened in the front, she shrugged out of it and lifted her narrow feet to stand quietly before the housekeeper. Alix understood that the older woman would look to ensure she had no outward deformity nor that her body was marred with bruises from the journey from Nantes to Venezia. The young Baroness stood still and let the older woman perform her duty, but Alix was confident that Signore d’Este’s housekeeper would find nothing wrong with her; her body was firm and toned if more on the thin side from both her long voyage by sea and by Alix’s aptitude for athletics such as fencing and horse-back riding as well as dancing, though dancing to a lesser degree much to Signore Julius Tradonico’s despair. His only daughter preferred what most would consider the manly arts. Her mother and Lorenzo had indulged her for the most part, though her mother had stressed a much greater emphasis on the arts for her daughter in the last months of her life, and Alix believed she now understood why.

As Alix’s mind returned to the present once more, the housekeeper sounded satisfied and instructed the maids to help her enter the sizeable circular bath and see that Signorina Tradonico was bathed correctly.

The young Baroness carefully lifted a long, slender leg and then the other before she immersed herself in the bath’s warm, tranquil, scented water. She hoped her trials were over and that her physical examination by Signore d’Este’s physician would wait until the morrow.


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Alix had been washed from head to toe, and she had to suppress giggles as the maids gently scrubbed her toes. Once out of the bath, she had been gently padded and dried with fresh linens, including her clean hair.


They had then helped her don a clean white silk chemise. Then, her new corset was tightly laced to emphasize the swell of her shapely bosom. Embroidered hosiery (stockings) were tied at her knees with black velvet ribbons, and then layered petticoats were added.

When she saw the beautiful dress of the softest burgundy red velvet with delicate gold trim, she nearly objected before the youngest maid whispered in her ear. “Please, Signorina Tridonico, Signore d’Este had it made especially for you to welcome you.” The soft edge in her voice made it evident that the girl feared reprisals, perhaps even being banished from the household and losing her employment.

Alix was in mourning and should have been wearing black. Still, she did not want Signore d’Este’s generous attentions towards her person to be met with refusal or for the servants to be punished on her account; besides, a tiny amount of feminine pride within her wanted to see her betrothed's reaction when he saw her wear the dress he had chosen for her.

She told herself she could return to wearing black once her mourning dresses had appropriately been laundered. Indeed, the Lord and her departed relations would not condemn her for it would they?

“Do not fret, and I will gladly wear such an exquisitely envisioned and hand-tailored gown.” She gently reassured the girl, who then gave her an impulsive kiss on the cheek before her companion scolded her for such impetuous behavior towards an honoured guest of Signore d’Este. Akix remained quiet with a smile gracing her full lips.

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Wearing the beautiful gown, laced up tight on each side, and wearing low-heeled slippers of the same wine-red velvet material with gold trimmings, Alix was finally deemed ready. Her long mahogany hair had been combed back with the front tied back, except for slim strands of hair to frame Alix's delicate oval face artfully. Makeup was discreetly applied to her face only to enhance her natural beauty, except for a ruby rouge to soften her lips and cover any imperfections her arduous journey had caused.

The final touch was a slender necklace of gold and flower-shaped garnets to grace her long, slender neck. The necklace almost naturally led the eye to the soft swell of Alix's cleavage, where the slightest hint of perfumed jasmine could be discreetly inhaled. Alix wondered if Signore d’Este had chosen the lovely necklace, knowing the garnet was her birthstone.

Both maids held up mirrors for Alix to inspect their work. A widening smile of guilty pleasure made her cheeks rosier. She nodded and gave both young maids her sincere thanks. She gracefully picked up the long train of her beautiful wine-colored dress in one slim hand as she exited her chamber.

Rinaldo sat at the grand desk in his study, a place of dark polished wood and gilded edges, as the shadows of early evening began to stretch across the room. The faint sound of Alix's footsteps ascending the stairs had long since faded, leaving him alone with his thoughts and tasks. He dipped his quill into the inkwell, the sharp scratching of pen on parchment the only sound as he reviewed and signed documents awaiting his approval. The Doge’s missives required immediate attention, and Rinaldo dispatched them with calculated efficiency, the weight of his position pressing heavily upon him.

Once his work was complete, his informants arrived silently, blending into the dimly lit room like specters. They delivered whispered reports… nothing of immediate urgency, save for an update on a peculiar matters of interest. With a flick of his wrist, Rinaldo issued them a new task: to locate and retrieve the dagger Alix had wielded during her fateful journey. It was not merely an object of defense but a fragment of her story, one he intended to understand fully. His tone was calm, almost conversational, but the steel beneath his words left no room for failure. And they disappeared as eerily as they had arrived.

Satisfied, he summoned a footman and instructed the servants to prepare the finest champagne in the household’s collection, a sparkling vintage imported from the vineyards of Champagne itself. A small, intimate toast would mark her first evening under his roof, a gesture of welcome and acknowledgment that he hoped would ease her transition. Dinner preparations were underway, but this moment… this act of quiet celebration… would be one he shared with her alone.

A soft rap at the door, and Rinaldo waved her into the study. “Good evening, Signora….”

The lead housekeeper, Signora Bianca, a woman of stern professionalism yet possessing a motherly warmth, approached Rinaldo with her customary poise, clasping her hands in front of her. Her keen eyes observed his mood before she began her report, ensuring her tone struck the right balance between detail and discretion. "Evening Signore, I am pleased to report…" she began, lowering her voice slightly, "… the young Baroness is a woman of grace and dignity, though her manner reveals a cautious reserve. She carries herself with the bearing of nobility, yet her time aboard a ship and recent hardships have left their mark. Despite this, she appears determined to maintain her composure and fulfill her obligations."

Bianca paused briefly before continuing. "She expressed her gratitude when informed that her bath was prepared, though I noticed a subtle nervousness. Understandable, given her unfamiliarity with the staff. The maids assisted her with the utmost care, and I ensured that no undue curiosity or familiarity was displayed. The bath itself was a success; the warm water and calming scents of lavender and bergamot seemed to ease her tensions."

She straightened slightly, her tone becoming more clinical as she described Alix's appearance. "Her body bears no visible scars or deformities, and her skin is smooth and well-kept, though slightly paler than one might expect, likely due to her journey. She is slender but toned, her form reflecting a life of activity. Her hair is a rich mahogany, long and well-maintained despite the rigors of travel, and it was carefully washed and combed to a shining finish."

Rinaldo was visibly interested in the report and was pleased so far… “And Signora… how does she look…”

"Signore," she began carefully, her tone measured, but a smile across her face… "the Baroness possesses a figure that is both refined and appealing, befitting her noble lineage. She is slender but healthy, with a natural grace in her posture and movements that suggests both strength and upbringing. Her waist is well-proportioned, and the maids noted that she required only moderate adjustment to her corset, indicating that she is accustomed to such attire. Her hips, though not overly pronounced, are pleasingly feminine, and her overall silhouette presents a balanced and elegant form."

Bianca continued, lowering her voice slightly. "Her skin is soft and well-tended, with no significant blemishes or scars to mar her appearance. There is a delicate fairness to her complexion, though it is clear she has seen some exposure to harsher conditions during her recent journey. This, of course, could be remedied with proper rest and care."

Rinaldo cast a glance at Bianca… “And ??…”

Though Signore looked eager, Bianca hesitated for a brief moment, cautiously, lowering her voice slightly as though to signal the sensitive nature of the topic. "The Baroness appears to be in good health and of an age well-suited for childbearing. Her bosom is modest, full, shapely, and well-formed, in harmony with her frame. Her frame, while slender, is balanced and feminine, with hips that suggest the capacity for motherhood. Bianca paused briefly, ensuring her tone remained neutral and respectful. "Of course, Signore, such matters are in the hands of God, but from all outward signs, the Baroness possesses the health and strength that one might look for in a lady who will one day fulfill her role as a mother."

Bianca, focused on observations that align with societal assumptions of health and vitality. "Signore," there is a vitality in her appearance… clear skin, bright eyes, and a natural color in her cheeks… that speaks to her overall well-being, which is, of course, essential for such matters. The maids observed no signs of frailty or illness, they found her posture to be upright and dignified, with a natural ease that suggests a confidence in her bearing."

The housekeeper inclined her head slightly before continuing. "Her hands are fine and well-kept, though there are faint signs of wear, likely from practical tasks aboard the ship. These details, I would say, only add to her character as a woman who is capable and adaptable. Her hair, as I mentioned earlier, is a striking feature… long, thick, and of a rich mahogany hue that glows warmly in the light. It was easily styled and will be a great asset to her beauty once she is fully settled and comfortable. Her neck and shoulders are slender and graceful, ideal for displaying jewelry and fine gowns."

Bianca's voice softened as she concluded. "In sum, Signore, the Baroness possesses all the qualities of a desirable bride. She is refined and elegant, with a natural beauty that will only flourish under your care. Though she is currently reserved, there is no doubt that she has the potential to bloom into an exceptional lady of this household." The housekeeper then stepped back slightly, awaiting Rinaldo's response or further questions, confident in the thoroughness and discretion of her observations.

Bianca then addressed the dressing process. "The Baroness showed an admirable patience and modesty while the maids disrobed and dressed her, though there was an understandable hesitance at first. Once she understood our intentions, she cooperated fully. Her corset was laced to emphasize her natural figure—she possesses a shapely yet refined silhouette, which the burgundy gown you commissioned for her suited perfectly. She did express some hesitation about wearing such a bold color while in mourning but graciously accepted it after understanding your thoughtfulness in having it made for her."

The housekeeper allowed herself a small smile. "Signore, I must say, when she was dressed and ready, the effect was striking. The dress complements her complexion beautifully, and the garnet necklace accentuates her graceful neck and enhances her natural elegance. The maids reported that she expressed genuine gratitude and even smiled, which softened her reserved demeanor."

Bianca paused for a moment before concluding. "Overall, Signore, the young Baroness appeared to appreciate the efforts made to welcome her. While she carries the weight of her recent trials, I believe she wishes to make a favorable impression. She is a woman of refinement and pride, but not without humility. She bears herself well, and I trust you will find her more than suitable as your future wife. Of course, the intimacies you will have to assess and manage..." Then she blushed and smirked, ready to be dismissed.

With her report complete, Bianca inclined her head respectfully, waiting for any further instructions from Rinaldo. When the soft rustle of skirts and the tap of her slippered feet on the stairs announcing her return, Rinaldo dismissed Bianca with a smile and a thank you… then he rose to greet Alix at the bottom of the staircase.

The moment he laid eyes on Alix descending the staircase, his breath hitched; his heart paused and he inhaled softly. The burgundy gown he had chosen, fit her perfectly, the rich velvet draping her form like liquid elegance, the gold trim catching the light and framing her in a warm, regal glow. Her mahogany hair, styled to highlight her delicate features, cascaded like silk, and the garnet necklace at her throat shimmered in harmony with her vibrant lips and subtle rouge.

"Signorina Tradonico…" Rinaldo greeted her, his voice smooth but carrying a touch of reverence, then he gave her a short bow, rising to meet her at the bottom, his hand extend toward her. "You honor this house with your presence, and I see the dress suits you far better than I could have imagined."

Alix inclined her head gracefully, her lips curling into a smile that held both gratitude and a hint of playful pride.

He stepped forward, offering his arm to lead her into the dining hall, where the staff had gathered in respectful anticipation. As they entered, Rinaldo began the introductions, his voice carrying the authority of a master yet softened by the civility of a gracious host.

"Signorina Alix, allow me to introduce those who will ensure your comfort and care …" he said, gesturing toward each in turn. "This is Signore Tomas Vecchio, my steward, who oversees the household's day-to-day operations. Beside him, my chamberlain, Signor Giovanni Bartoli, who manages our affairs with diligence and precision. Bianca…" he nodded toward the older housekeeper who had met Alix earlier, "… is the head of the household staff and a trusted presence in this home. Your maids, Serafina and Giulia, have already become acquainted with you, and you will find them attentive to your needs."

Rin’s eyes narrowed a bit, and looked to Alix… “I have been told you had two personal maids as ell in Nantes… if you desire them to attend you as well, that can be accommodated… all you need say is yes…” and he smiled. It was his job to know as much as possible, about everything.

Rinaldo continued, introducing Signore Marco Bellini, the treasurer, who ensured the estate's wealth was properly managed, and Maestro Lorenzo Ferraro, the head stableman, who promised to have the stables ready should Alix wish to ride. Each bowed respectfully, their demeanor a mixture of reverence and curiosity toward the young woman who would soon hold a position of prominence in the household.

Once the formalities were complete, Rinaldo turned to Alix, his hand still lightly resting over hers. Without warning, he escorted her into the study… one a single man’s office, now the focal point of their prosperity. He gestured, and the footman appeared with a silver tray bearing two crystal flutes of the finest champagne. "Now, a small toast to properly welcome you…" … he paused… “… home.

Rinaldo lifted his glass, his dark eyes meeting hers with an intensity that seemed to peel back the layers of propriety. "To new beginnings, Signorina Tr…. Alix. May this house be a place of refuge and renewal for you, as it is my hope that you will come to see it as your home."

Alix raised her glass in return, her voice soft but steady as she replied, "To new beginnings, Signore d’Este. May this house hold peace and understanding between us."

He interjected… Rin… if you please… He could hardly take his eyes off her as he held out the crystal goblet... Their glasses clinked, the crystalline sound echoing through the room like the first note of a symphony yet to unfold.

She was conscious of his eyes on her, and a soft warmth rose within her with the unfamiliar feeling, tinting her slightly rouged cheeks a deeper shade. There had been few men she had been attracted to back in her homeland. The few potential suitors who had approached her mother with a marriage offer had either been too old or below her station. She had had little illusions that they wanted her for her lands, fortune, and the right to bed her. She had even overheard a less than discrete young squire boast that he could tame the Baroness’s wild daughter until Alix had given him a sound beating. Thankfully, the fool never dared approach her or her mother again, and rumours were that he had married some poor village girl.

Her dear friend Louis Artus, a young knight in her mother’s service, had suggested that they pretend to be sweethearts so that their parents and others would think a possible union was in the making and leave them alone. There would be nothing more than friendship there.

Signore d’Este was a very different sort of man, far above herself. That she might ever hope to find even the smallest of his favour…it was a pleasing thought, but they were still very much strangers. And yet… she did not wish to be the one to break this moment of…contentment, for such, she had begun to learn, were brief in this world.

Her tiny, playful smile of pride barely curling her ruby lips was one replaced with shyness, though the cornflower blue of her bright orbs lingered on his beauty before she returned his politeness with a curtsy. Her slim, pale olive hand on his offered one was the mere whisper of a touch before she settled it there. “The honor is mine, Signore d’Este, for all the kind attention both you and your household have showered on me. The dress is truly exquisite, thank you. Please convey my most sincere appreciation to your seamstresses as well.” Her soft, low voice was deep with sincerity.

She followed him with her hand on his strong arm in near silence, the low-heeled slippers making the lightest sounds. Back in Nantes, she had often surprised the household staff by what they claimed was her sudden appearance, though she never tried to play games of sneaking up on them, and she was always apologetic for the unintended fright she might have given them.

Alix was eager to be officially introduced to each of Signore d’Este’s staff, and though she had met his housekeeper and the two maids who had attended to her for her disrobing, bath, and dressing afterward, none of them had introduced themselves, and in her nervousness, she had not asked for their names.
She dipped her head cordially to each of Signore d’Este’s staff as he introduced them.

Alix was surprised by his question, but she supposed that her father, Lorenzo, or even her mother before she became too ill, could have supplied him with answers about the de Bruc Manor staff. The offer was a generous one, but she shook her head. “Armelle Perrot and Beatrice Morel came to my mother’s service when I was six. They have stayed in my service, but they are both married with their own children now. To pull them away from their family or even have them come with their household on such a journey by land or ship in hopes that they all make it safe…” The thought pained her, and she would not be so selfish.

She shook her head again, the motion sending more strands of hair down around her face. She put on a brave smile. “I have met your housekeeper Bianca, Serafina, and Guilia and they have treated me with the utmost care and civility. I will be more than fine in their care, Signore d’Este.” She reassured him.

Inclining her head to Maestro Lorenzo Ferroro, the stablemaster, she told him that she would very much like to ride in the coming days once she was rested. She refrained from asking where one could ride where there were so many canals, not to appear ignorant.

Still holding on to his arm with gentle pressure, Alix followed where Signore d’Este led. She doubted she had any real choice now that she had declined Baroness Elena’s invitation to go to her father’s home. If she made a show of fighting against Signore d’Este, she would not find aid from his staff and would only look like a fool. She did not think of herself as stupid and was prideful enough not to wish to embarrass herself when she had much more to lose than gain.

She carefully held up the delicate crystal flute by its stem as she and Rin toasted. She was unsure of the intensity that darkened his usually pale blue eyes meant, but she managed to keep a steady voice when she replied. “To new beginnings, Signore d’Este. May this household peace and understanding between us.”

As their goblets lightly chinked together, she was very much aware of his eyes on her. She knew this was a new beginning, hopefully for both of them and yet, it weighed much on her as she brought the goblet to her deep red lips. The champagne was dry yet fresh in its bubbliness with bright citrus tones.

Whether it was the sip of champagne or growing awareness of being alone with this formidable man, her nerves, or all of the above, she gently placed her goblet on the silver service tray left by the footman before a fountain of words spilled forth.

“Rinaldo…Rin…” He had permitted her to use his name, had he not? “My ignorance of you stems from my willfulness and is not my father’s doing. I was hurt and angry that he never came to see my mother during her illness and only came to her funeral afterward. I burnt his letters to me during those months after her death. I suppose you wish to be there when your physician examines me, and I think I would prefer to have you with me. I have nothing to hide on that count. There is no one, well Louis, but it is…was a charade we made up to have others, especially his parents, leave us be. I think my mother knew the truth of it, that he was never interested in me as a wife…or well in any romantic way…he would like you and your beauty much more -” Her eyes widened then at what she had just foolishly revealed about her friend in her nervous prattling. She sealed her mouth shut, fearful of what she had let out. Louis was thousands of miles away, and surely no one would know what she had divulged about him to defend her virtue, would they?

Rinaldo’s expression softened as Alix’s words poured forth, her nerves evident in the faint trembling of her voice and the way her cheeks flushed deeper than before. His pale blue eyes, usually so composed, took on a more contemplative light as he processed her sudden outpouring. There was no disdain or mockery in his gaze… only an intense, almost calculating curiosity, tempered by something gentler, salacious even… his own thoughts were on how seductive she was, even when she did not try to… though he would never speak of it aloud… at least not now…

And as she looked to the stableman, he could not help but smile, seeing her expression… he interjected when Lorenzo did not… “Signorina… Alix… ” he started with formality, but changed his mind immediately since she had used his familial name mentioned, rather than his preferred given name… “… Signore Ferraro does not work here, he resides on Lido di Jesolo … where we are able to enhance our equestrian skills… tis a mere gondola ride to the lido…” Lorenzo bowed deeply and when Rin and Alix looked at him. “Tis a fine place to leisurely spend a day on dry land.” He chuckles softly with Lorenzo pleasingly nodding.

((Lido di Jesolo is a quiet, undeveloped coastal and lagoon area, far removed from the grandeur of Venice, and its surrounding areas are part of the intricate network of waterways and lagoons that the Venetian Republic relies on for its defense and commerce. The Republic, thru Rinaldo’s position, maintains control over these areas to ensure the safety of its trade routes and access to the Adriatic. It is an important hub for the nobility in horse breeding and trade… the lido is filled with forests, beaches, salt marshes, and wetlands. Its inhabitants are primarily fishermen and subsistence farmers, eking out a living mainly in fishing, salt production, and limited agriculture on more stable land))

Whilst she let her words flow, he had not interrupted her; instead, allowing her to speak, sensing the weight of her emotions and newness to the House. When she faltered and her words abruptly ceased, her wide eyes betraying her alarm at the slip, he responded with a quiet chuckle… not mocking, but genuinely amused by her honesty and candor.

Thus, Rin speaking smoothly, his tone low but warm, “You need not worry, my dearest Alix. Your words are safe with me, as is the truth about your… Louis.” He gave her a reassuring smile, his lips curving slightly. “I imagine he served you well as a friend and ally, and I hold no judgment against him… or you… for the choices you made to protect yourselves from unwanted entanglements. It is a clever strategy; one I can respect.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing hers lightly as he gestured toward her discarded goblet on the tray, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “And as for your candor, I find it refreshing. I would rather hear the truth from your lips, however unpolished you fear it may be, than some rehearsed flattery or deceit. It speaks to your character… a quality I value greatly.”

His gaze grew a bit more serious then, though it held none of the harshness she might have feared. “As for the examination, I have no desire to make you uncomfortable, but it is requirement for nobility in the Libro d’Oro.” She could tell the seriousness of the situation, but the frailty of him having to put her thru it… something he’d rather not done but twas necessary. “Ummm, normally, the requestor would be absent… but if my presence eases your mind, I will gladly remain by your side. But should you prefer privacy, I will trust the judgment of my physician and the account of the attendants. Alas, I will guarantee, you shant feel any pain, only minor discomfort… Please forgive me…” Those words would be unexpected… a sign of something else, none would think he was capable of?

With that all behind him, he stepped closer, the faintest scent of musk and leather clinging to him, and tilted his head to regard her with an almost teasing expression. “And as for my ‘beauty,’ as you so boldly mentioned… I will take that as a compliment, Signorina.” His smile deepened, his voice lowering slightly. “Though I suspect you far underestimate your own.”

Rinaldo, a man of duality, observed Alix with a mixture of admiration and calculation, his pale blue eyes lingering on her as she delicately handled her champagne flute. The warmth of her presence and the subtle beauty she exuded did not escape him. Her refined features, framed by soft mahogany waves, were complemented by the deep wine-red gown he had personally commissioned for her… a symbol of her integration into his world. She was beautiful… there was no doubt… but it was not just her outward beauty that intrigued him; there was a strength in her, a fire in those cornflower-blue eyes that promised resilience and intelligence.

Yet, for all her grace, Rinaldo could not overlook the pragmatic considerations that accompanied their union. As the head of a powerful Venetian household, his life was governed by duty, strategy, and an undercurrent of danger. His position required a partner who could adapt to a world of politics and intrigue… a woman who could charm when necessary but hold her own against whispered rumors and veiled threats. Was Alix prepared for such a life? He doubted she fully understood the gravity of what lay ahead, but he was willing to cultivate her potential.

On a personal level, Rinaldo found himself torn between his role as a meticulous strategist and the unexpected stirring of something softer. He admired her strength, her willingness to adapt to an unfamiliar world, and even the shy smiles that hinted at vulnerability. She was not just a pawn in a political alliance; she could become an equal in shaping their future. Could they forge a family within the delicate balance of duty and personal connection? He imagined her walking beside him in the grand halls of his palazzo, perhaps even with children… a legacy to secure his line and strengthen his house.

Still, there were challenges. Rinaldo's work often demanded secrecy, and danger was never far from his door. He would need to protect her without stifling her spirit. Alix’s resilience was promising, but the life they would build together would not be without its trials. He resolved to guide her, to teach her the subtleties of Venetian politics and ensure she flourished not just as his wife but as a powerful presence in her own right.

As he turned his attention back to her, raising his goblet for another toast, Rinaldo allowed himself a moment of hope. Perhaps they could find harmony in this union… a balance between obligation and the rare, fleeting chance for something more meaningful. Only time would tell.

The moment stretched as he studied her, the intensity in his gaze making her feel as though he could see far beyond the surface of her words. At last, he extended his arm again, his movements graceful and assured. “Shall we continue? I believe dinner awaits, and I would not wish to keep you from enjoying the efforts of my chef.”


Though his words were formal, his tone betrayed a growing interest in the woman at his side… an interest that was as much about understanding her complexities as it was about her striking presence. For all his control and calculation, Rinaldo d’Este was a man who appreciated challenges, and Alix, with her blend of vulnerability and strength, promised to be a most intriguing one.

A few moments earlier

She gave a simple “Oh.” and a sheepish smile after Signore d’Este explained where Signore Ferrro resided on Lido di Jesolo and where they could ride. “I look forward to it.” She told both men with a brighter smile lighting her eyes. She wondered how it would compare to what she knew: the vast open fields of home, the gentle rolling valleys where lavender grew, or even the high cliffs standing as sentinels overlooking fractured, rocky beaches eroded by wind and waves.

Alix was momentarily mute, as home and the familiarity of the people and life she knew seemed suddenly far away. She reminded herself that just a few heartbeats ago, Signore d’Este had offered to bring her maids to his home, and she had been the one to refuse. She would return to Nantes someday, would she not? She had to! She was responsible for her people now. She prided herself and knew herself as a Frenchwoman and a Breton. How much did Signore d’Este want to curb the traits that made her who she was?

She took hold of herself before she let such thoughts ruin the evening. However, the fear of what her father had tried to do to her mother and might have done to his wife was there. From the brief glimpses of Baroness Elena, Alix thought her a formidable woman in a quiet and dignified way that many would underestimate. She wondered if she could ever be like that and get control of her rash and, at times, impulsive nature, though she tried to use reason and logic whenever she could.
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The Present

Rin’s words calmed her, as did the warmth in his tone, as surely as the scented bath water with crushed lavender and bergamot had earlier. Every thought, action, and word presented to her by this man and those of his household both soothed her and set her nerves on edge in ways she could not yet explain to herself, let alone to anyone else.

As his fingers brushed hers lightly, she did not pull away from the contact even though he was still a stranger to her. She wanted more of it. Silent once more after her flood of words, she nodded and gave him a faint but sincere smile. “Thank you. I would not want Louis to be disgraced or come to harm over my careless stupidity, and yes, I would prefer to have you with me. As to any discomfort I may feel, I assure you that I am no delicate flower, and my actions, such as riding or fencing, have caused me to feel more than the occasional discomfort, even pain. I will bear it.” Her smile widened as she tried to reassure him. Whatever came, she knew she had the strength to bear more than most people would think she could.

At his gesture, her slender fingers moved to cautiously hold the crystal goblet by its stem once more and lift it to her lips for the tiniest of tastes. It was the first time she had champagne, and she enjoyed it more than she expected, but she did not want to indulge and have her senses dulled by it. She would need to keep her wits about her, especially with how she had faltered so far with Rin, even if he assured her that he preferred her honesty.

Rin managed to elicit a tiny bubbling of mirth from her being, or perhaps it was the champagne. “And so you should. When I first saw you, I thought you were a magnificent, proud, and fierce lion dressed in crimson and gold.”

She gave a slight shrug then. “As for myself, there are many more beautiful people than I. I have never thought of myself as having any major outward defect, but I am taller than most women, and some men, thinner also, and my skin has been darkened by my time out of doors. I am not what current fashions for nobles would dictate, at least not in France. Perhaps things are different here." She gently clinked her glass with his. "To the unique and unusual, then." She teased both of them with her toast.

Keeping her goblet in hand after a brief second toast, Alix inclined her head at his words. “Oh, of course, I look forward to discovering the many delights your chef has prepared for us this evening.” She placed her smaller hand on his arm; though still new, it was becoming a familiar comfort to her, wanting to believe that she could let her guard down with this man and have faith that he would not let her fall. She could count only on the digits of one hand the people in her life she could depend on, and now, with both her mother and Lorenzo gone, that balance held on the thread of one, perhaps two people.

As Alix gave her soft, sheepish response about riding on Lido di Jesolo, he would find her momentary vulnerability endearing. The brighter smile she offered would catch him off guard, stirring an unfamiliar warmth within him.

But if Rinaldo had the ability to peer into Alix’s thoughts, his reaction would be a complex blend of understanding, admiration, and frustration, though he would do his best to keep his emotions composed. To know that her thoughts had wandered back to her home… the fields, valleys, and windswept cliffs of Brittany… would evoke a measure of respect for the depth of her connection to her heritage. She was not a woman easily uprooted, and that kind of steadfastness could be invaluable in the tumultuous world of Venetian intrigue.

However, Rinaldo’s pragmatism would temper this admiration. Her lingering ties to Nantes and her people, though natural, posed a potential complication. He would see the strength in her resolve to return someday but would also recognize that her divided loyalties could create challenges in the future. His role as a master strategist would urge him to find ways to draw her closer to his world without extinguishing the fire of her individuality. Her willingness to adapt thus far, to refuse the offer of her maids and face this new life with a measure of dignity, would impress him. Still, he would recognize that such sacrifices might weigh heavily on her over time.

The flicker of fear she felt regarding his intentions… how much of herself she might need to suppress… would trouble Rinaldo if he knew. He prided himself on control and discipline but did not wish for her to feel stifled or stripped of the traits that made her unique. Yet he would find himself questioning how much he could allow her to remain “herself” while still molding her into the partner he needed to navigate the intricacies of Venetian society and politics.

Her musings about Baroness Elena would intrigue him. He might smile faintly at the thought that Alix saw qualities in the Baroness she aspired to emulate, even if she doubted her ability to rein in her more impulsive nature. Rinaldo would not necessarily want to curb her entirely; he valued sharp minds and strong wills. Still, he would see it as his role to guide her… to help her refine her strengths and temper her weaknesses; while supporting him in his efforts. Supporting him would mean more than just having her as a wife and mother. Though he would hope she would endear those qualities wholeheartedly.

Ultimately, Rinaldo’s reaction to her inner thoughts would reflect his duality: the calculating statesman who saw Alix as both an asset and a potential liability, and the man who, though unused to emotional connections, was beginning to find unexpected value in her courage and humanity. He would quietly resolve to build trust with her… not just as a matter of strategy, but perhaps as a foundation for something more personal and enduring. Surely, love would be present… sooner or later. That emotion would be as alien to him as a fish walking on land.


Rinaldo would respond to Alix’s words and actions with a mixture of warmth, intrigue, and quiet resolve, his demeanor reflecting the calculated composure of a man accustomed to control but unaccustomed to the disarming sincerity of a woman like Alix.

As she spoke of Louis and her fears of disgracing him, Rinaldo would appreciate her sense of loyalty and concern for her friend’s well-being. The flicker of determination in her words… her assurance that she was no delicate flower… would draw a faint, almost imperceptible smile to his lips. Her strength and resilience intrigued him, challenging the more traditional notions of womanhood he had grown accustomed to in Venice’s aristocratic circles. He would make a mental note to observe her actions more closely in the coming days, curious to see how her claim of fortitude would manifest in the face of her new life.


Rinaldo responded with a mixture of admiration and understanding, his tone softening to acknowledge her strength while maintaining his own mysterious demeanor. "My dearest Alix… I would be honored to be there, holding your hand… such fortitude is rare, and it is admirable. But know this… though you claim to bear discomfort with ease, I would never wish to add to it. Your resilience is noted, yet I would prefer to see you unburdened, not merely enduring. After all, strength is not solely in bearing pain, but in knowing when to seek solace." Hopefully his response displayed the respect he led on her strength, but also subtly reminded her that, despite her resilience, he cares for her well-being, hinting at his protective nature.

When her fingers brushed his lightly and she did not pull away, Rinaldo would feel a subtle jolt of satisfaction, and excitement, though he would suppress any outward signs of it. Her gesture, however slight, suggested a budding trust… or at least a willingness to bridge the gap between them. That she spoke openly of her insecurities and yet maintained an air of quiet confidence as she toasted to "the unique and unusual" would resonate with him. For all her uncertainties, she did not shrink from herself or the unfamiliar world she now inhabited. He admired her candor and found her self-awareness refreshing, even if it occasionally strayed into territory, he might consider unpolished.


Her description of him as a lion, fierce and proud, would amuse him, and his lips would curve into a genuine smile. “A lion, is it?” he murmured, his voice carrying a note of teasing. “I shall have to live up to such an impression, then. Though I would hope not to seem so fierce as to frighten you.” He would tilt his goblet toward hers, meeting her toast with an ease that belied the depth of his thoughts.

As she compared herself to the standards of beauty in France, he would find himself studying her features more closely: her tall, willowy frame, her sun-kissed skin, and the way her dark hair framed her expressive face. Her beauty was unconventional, yes, but strikingly so, and he would find it difficult to reconcile her self-perception with what he saw before him. “Beauty…” he would reply evenly, “… is often dictated by fashion, but fashion is fickle. True beauty is enduring, and it is found as much in character as in appearance…. Thus, I speak of you, my dear.” His words would be measured, sincere, aimed to reassure her without revealing too much of his own growing admiration.

Her willingness to lean on him, placing her smaller hand on his arm with a newfound familiarity, would strike a deeper chord in Rinaldo. He was unused to being depended upon in such a personal way; his power and influence often inspired deference, not quiet faith. The realization that she might be beginning to trust him… however tentatively… would strengthen his resolve to honor that trust. He would vow silently to guide her, protect her, and shape her into a partner capable of navigating the complexities of his world, even as he wondered how much of himself he might be willing to give in return.

As they continued toward dinner, Rinaldo’s mind would linger on the challenges and possibilities ahead, his gaze occasionally drifting to the woman by his side. She was a puzzle, one he felt compelled to solve… not just for the sake of duty, but for the spark of something he could not yet name.

Alix noted the faintest upward twist of his bottom lip below his full mustache. She wondered if he was suppressing a smile or if she was only imagining it. It also drew her gaze to him in a way she doubted was appropriate, with thoughts she had never had before. What might be the feeling of her thumb if she traced his bottom lip, or how might his bearded cheeks feel against the bare palm of her hands as she cupped his face, losing herself in the infinite blue of his…

Merde, Alix, réveillez-vous! (Shit, Alix, wake up!) Was it the man or the champagne? It must be both! She decided. Outwardly, she gave but a serene smile, though she wondered how he could not feel the rapid beating of her heart. The softening of his tone as he addressed her as “dearest” did not aid her in the least, but she was glad he had not rescinded his offer to be with her when his physician performed whatever was needed to prove what she already knew to be accurate; that she had lain with no man or anyone.

“I understand, Rin.” She replied again, not wishing to cause him to worry. Still, she worried herself as she remembered an overheard conversation, again because she was so light on her feet, between her two maids after Armelle married. She had told Beatrice that her first time had hurt with her husband, and Beatrice had nodded as though it was simply a confirmation of what she already knew, which brought something else to mind. Alix knew nothing about whatever arrangements her parents had made or what her father had decided for her.

Alix continued to pay attention to Rinaldo’s words, and when she grinned this time, it was with amusement but also with an unexpected compassion towards him. He had reassured her that Louis’ secret was safe and that he might think she was afraid of him with all the thoughtfulness, kindness, and respect he had shown her thus far. If one hand was not holding up her goblet and the other resting on his arm, she knew that one of those hands would have gone up almost unconsciously to brush at the light brown hair at his temple to soothe such a worry from him. “You do not frighten me, Rin, at least not now.” She replied with a voice husky with emotion.

She dipped her head to him in acknowledgment of his compliment to her. “That you think of me this way matters to me more than to hear such words from the lips of any other.” She confessed. His assessment and option of her meant more than any gown or gold he could ever shower on her. Though the why was not concrete in her mind, it did bring forth questions that could no longer wait as they continued to make their way to where their evening dinner awaited them.

“My people will need to know I am safe.” She started cautiously, for this needed to be addressed first and foremost, but the rest quickly followed.

“Rin, what did my father promise you for you to wish to wed me over other women from Venezia, and when are we expected to marry?” She realized that she might now be breaking the spell that seemed to start to weave itself between them, but she needed the truth from him and to give hers to him in return.

Rinaldo would respond to Alix’s questions and confessions with measured thoughtfulness, his tone softening as they continued their walk toward the dining hall. He noticed the subtle shifts in her expression… the brief flicker of amusement, the husky edge to her voice, and the sincerity in her words. These small gestures revealed a depth of feeling that intrigued him, though he would keep his own emotions carefully guarded. Still, her openness stirred something in him, a sense that beneath her nervousness and formality was a woman of remarkable complexity.

As she mentioned her people, his expression turned serious, and he inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment. "Your concern for your people is admirable, Alix. Rest assured, word will be sent to them through the most trusted channels. They will know you are safe and well cared for." His voice was calm, steady, as though he sought to reassure her through his very tone. "Your ties to them are a strength, not a weakness, and I have no intention of severing those bonds."

When she shifted to the questions about their impending marriage, Rinaldo paused for a moment, guiding her gently around a carved marble column as they entered a softly lit corridor. The faintest hint of amusement flickered in his eyes at her directness, though he quickly composed himself. "Your father promised me a partnership… and was very persistent about it, offering you up so quickly, concerned me…" he began, his voice taking on a thoughtful cadence. "But the reports I received from my informants in Nantes, said you were different than most women… your beauty and diligence above the rest. But the agreement was one that would benefit us both… a union that would strengthen not just our families, but our influence in Nantes and beyond. He spoke of your intelligence, your spirit, and your loyalty to your people. He did not exaggerate."

He allowed his gaze to meet hers, his pale blue eyes searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "As for why I chose you over others…" he continued, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "…Twas not just for the deal with your father… it is because you are not like others. You are not some ornament to sit quietly in the corner, nor do I believe you would be content with such a role. I need someone who can stand beside me, not behind me. And though we are only beginning to know one another, I see in you the potential for that."

Her final question brought a brief silence between them as they neared the dining hall’s entrance. He stopped, turning slightly to face her, his expression unreadable. "As for when we are to marry…" he said at last, his tone quieter, almost introspective, "I would not rush you into such a commitment, but the world we inhabit does not always afford us the luxury of time. Your father and I have agreed that the ceremony should take place within the next few months, perhaps sooner if circumstances demand it."

He reached out, brushing her hand lightly where it rested on his arm, a gesture both reassuring and grounding. "I understand this is much to ask of you, Alix, and I would not expect blind acceptance. Speak your truth to me, as you have tonight, and I will do the same. That is the foundation I hope we can build upon, not just for our marriage, but for whatever trust may grow between us. But you should know your Father… his offer was no favor to you, by normal standards… as many suitors turned him down because of the very talents I preferred… The reports I received was good, for me… but your portrait, sealed the deal…"

As he resumed their walk, his steps were deliberate, his movements fluid and composed. Yet inwardly, he found himself considering her words and their implications. Alix was not the woman he had envisioned when this arrangement had been proposed… but perhaps that was precisely why she had begun to stir something within him, something he had not expected.

Onward to Dinner

As Rinaldo and Alix ventured through the grand halls of Ca’ Barberini, the atmosphere around them shifted subtly. The soft glow of flickering wall sconces illuminated the gilded details of the walls and the intricate frescoes above, depicting mythological scenes intertwined with Venetian iconography. Alix's heels clicked faintly against the polished marble floors, the sound blending harmoniously with the muted hum of the evening… the distant clatter of servants preparing the dining hall and the faint lapping of water against the palazzo’s foundation.

Rinaldo, with Alix’s hand lightly resting on his arm, walked with measured grace, his crimson robes brushing the floor. He kept his posture relaxed, but his mind was a flurry of observations and thoughts. Alix’s presence beside him… her warmth, her composure despite her obvious nerves… was a mix of reassurance and intrigue. He noted the way her eyes wandered over the artwork and architecture, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride for the grandeur of his home.

Their conversation was light at first, though tinged with curiosity. “Do the frescoes please you, Signorina?” Rinaldo asked, gesturing to a panel of painted figures representing the Republic’s virtues. “They were commissioned by my grandfather, a tribute to the strength of our family and its service to Venezia.” He would feel her fingers unconsciously tightening just slightly on his arm as she tilted her head thoughtfully.

Rinaldo’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Venetian art often carries dual meanings, much like the city itself. It is both a fortress and a jewel… imposing yet delicate.”

Rinaldo suddenly chuckled, the sound low and rich. “And as with Venetian art and the people, so goes the duality of meals… there are times for grandeur and times for simplicity. Tonight, however, I thought it appropriate to welcome you with a touch of the former. Perhaps in time, you will see the quieter corners of our house.” Their steps slowed as they reached the ornately carved doors of the dining hall. A pair of liveried servants pulled them open to reveal the opulent room within.

The dining hall of Ca’ Barberini was a vision of Venetian opulence, a space that seemed to glow with the warmth of carefully crafted elegance. A long, gleaming table, draped in pristine white linen, stretched through the center of the room. Polished silver candlesticks cast flickering light that reflected off the walls, while a grand chandelier of Murano glass above refracted the golden glow into a dance of colors. The table was set with painted Venetian ceramic plates and intricately wrought silverware, each detail a testament to the wealth and taste of the d’Este household.

Rinaldo led Alix to her seat at the intimate end of the table, where only the two of them would dine, fostering an air of both formality and familiarity. As he pulled out her chair and ensured her comfort, his movements were precise, yet unhurried. Once seated himself, slightly angled to face her, he regarded her quietly, noting the way her gaze swept over the room, a mix of awe and curiosity in her expression.

The meal began with a flourish as servants carried in the first course, a selection of antipasti that celebrated Venezia’s maritime roots. Fresh oysters and clams were arranged elegantly on small platters, their briny freshness complemented by wedges of bright lemon. Frittelle di Zucca, delicate pumpkin fritters seasoned with nutmeg and cinnamon, offered a hint of spice, while marinated artichokes and salt-cured sardines drizzled with olive oil provided earthy and savory notes. Rinaldo gestured subtly toward the dishes, his voice calm as he said, “The Republic’s wealth is reflected in its cuisine, as I hope you’ll find agreeable.”

As the courses progressed, the opulence of Venetian gastronomy unfolded before Alix. The second course, a risotto al nero di seppia, arrived in a dramatic swirl of black cuttlefish ink, its flavor rich and briny, accompanied by freshly baked pane di mais, a nod to Venezia’s connections to the New World. The third course featured a roasted duck, basted in a glaze of quince and honey, paired with roasted chestnuts that filled the air with a warm, nutty aroma. Alongside it were polpette di pesce, delicately spiced fish meatballs fried to perfection, a Venetian specialty that hinted at the city’s mastery of seafood.

The dessert course brought a touch of sweetness to the evening. Plates of pasta di mandorle, almond paste cookies shaped into intricate patterns, were presented alongside small bowls of panna cotta flavored with rosewater and garnished with candied orange peel. The pair savored the final course as a servant poured a sweet moscato, the golden liquid catching the light as it swirled into their crystal goblets.

As they dined, the progression of dishes was as much a performance as it was a feast, and Rinaldo observed Alix closely, intrigued by her reactions to the evening’s offerings. He watched the way she hesitated slightly before trying the risotto, only for her lips to curve into a faint smile as she discovered its flavor. She handled the formality of the setting with grace, and though her eyes occasionally betrayed her nerves, she held herself with quiet strength.

For Rinaldo, the meal was not only a showcase of his household’s prestige but an opportunity to learn more about the woman who might one day share both his table and his life.

Before Dinner

She was glad that he did not simply try to placate her. Rinaldo took her concerns seriously and with a respect she had not expected, but she had come to hope for in the few hours she had come to know him. “Thank you, Rinaldo, for sending word to them by trusted channels and not seeking to break my ties with my homeland. If and when we marry, I hope that my…our people will come to know and trust you as well.” Alix did not make the statement lightly. “They will need something more to know that it is not a ruse. When the time comes to send word to them, they will need proof that I hold.”

Alix let Rinaldo guide her around the carved marble column and tilted her head to the side as she glanced up at him with some confusion in her violet-blue eyes about the reason behind his hint of amusement before it was gone, and he seemed serious once more.

She narrowed her eyes, and a sudden fierceness seemed to overtake her. However, she did her best to keep her voice neutral and not let any resentment towards her father and his ambitions show. There must have been some good to him at some point, and in her mind, Lorenzo had represented the best of that, but there were so many unanswered questions. Still, she had told Rinaldo she would be open with him.

“Any Tradonico seal or sigil my father may have imparted to you will not be enough. It is the de Bruc seal they and all those associated with my mother’s house will honour. This includes ships that were commandeered and directed by the de Bruc or allied Breton, French merchants, and Corsair ships. You must be aware that Rennes, as the capital city of Nantes, is part of the Catholic League and has retained much of its independence and power. You will find that the Breton people are fiercely loyal. Anne of Brittany is one female figure in our not-so-distant history that is proof of this, and I believe she was also Queen of Naples for a time.” She added with a slight smirk and challenge in her eyes towards Rinaldo as if to say, ‘I know my history; I am not some simple and ignorant country girl.’

Alix inclined her head silently and humbly acknowledged his reasons for choosing her, perhaps even above his Italian kinswomen. “I am glad you think so, and you are correct. I would not be happy only to serve you as a pretty ornament and sit docile in a corner. I know little of Venezia or its politics. It was not a life I believe either my mother or brother Lorenzo wished for me, but I am here now, and with your guidance, I will endeavor to learn. It is the least I can do for the respect and gracious generosity you bestow upon me.” She curtsied low before him then, one hand still resting gently on his arm and the other now holding her half-empty goblet of champagne.

As they stopped a moment before the dining hall entrance and he spoke of not having the luxury of time, she did her best to conceal her emotions, but a brief flicker of anguish was reflected in her eyes. “Yes, I have recently learned that time is not a luxury that seems to favour my family on either side. If you are not opposed and both agree to our union, I would see it done within the month. I am unfamiliar with Venetian traditions, but an unmarried woman remaining in the home of a man who is not her direct family or her husband would be poorly seen if she continues living there unwed. I trust that we are above it, but I would limit the spread of tongues wagging.” Alix told him in a composed manner. If there were other reasons she favored not delaying their marriage, she was not ready to admit those reasons to either herself or Rinaldo.

She accepted his touch on her bare forearm more readily than she would have thought, but the warmth of his hand brought her comfort. Again, she tilted her head, a sign he would come to know from her that meant she was not entirely sure she understood, but she wished to. She nodded to indicate that she had heard him, even if she did not fully understand the fullness of his words, and she finally revealed what she had held back. “I have the de Bruc signet ring, which will allow you to let our future household know I am safe and be able to make future trade deals with Breton and French merchants as well as other more…let us say knowledgeable navigators on the developing trade routes as well as developing commerce of the Americas. My father may think that it is still in de Bruc Manor and may mean to search for it. I would prefer his men not ransack my late mother’s house looking for it or further disrupt my servants' lives.”

Knowing she had said all she could for now, at least until she learned more about Lorenzo’s death or her father’s possible true motives from what Rinaldo had described of her father’s ‘very persistent offer of her in marriage’ to advantageous suitors, there was little more to be said or done on that subject. She willingly followed her betrothed into the dining hall.

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Onward to Dinner

She appreciated the intricate frescoes above, depicting mythological scenes intertwined with Venetian iconography illuminated by the serene glow of the nearby wall sconces. “Very much so, Signore d’Este.” She replied with reverence, keeping her voice soft with his title.

She gazed at him with a thoughtful look as she listened to him speak, noting his faint smile and the pride that went with it. She also admitted to herself that he had her at a disadvantage as he spoke for the first time about his family. “Will you tell me more about your family and their past service to Venezia as we dine together?” She asked with genuine interest. She would need to know more about Rinaldo and his world if she became part of it soon.

She gave him a polite bow and lowered her eyes, touched by all he and his household staff did to welcome her. “I am honoured Signore, and hope to see all facets of your beautiful home in time.”

Once comfortably seated with Rinaldo’s help, her bright orbs took in the magnificence of the dining hall as she slowly gazed up, around, and back again. Her lips parted in silent wonder until her glowing eyes, richer in their exploration, returned to rest on the household master. Her wide smile was open and relaxed. “I never expected such beauty, and I am happy you have allowed me to contemplate it, Signore, thank-you.”

“I am sure I will find everything more than agreeable, Signore d’Este.” She replied with conviction, returning to using his honourific when they were in the company of others around them.

Thankfully, Alix was by no means a picky eater, and she thoroughly enjoyed every part of her meal, from the fresh oysters and clams arranged elegantly on small platters with their briny freshness complemented by the bright yellow of lemon wedges, the delicate pumpkin fritters seasoned with nutmeg and cinnamon and the salt-cured sardines drizzled with olive oil.

She carefully observed Rinaldo before she proceeded to eat to take note of which utensil he used and other Venetian rules of etiquette that might differ from what she knew. She had no desire to make a faux pas. She was cautious not to overindulge and not to be seen as a glutton.

She did not expect the second course of risotto al nero di seppia. Still, she was more than brave enough to try it, and she was not disappointed, finding that she favoured the rich and briny flavour of the black cuttlefish ink accompanied by the freshly baked pane. The third course of roasted duck basted in a glaze of quince and honey paired with roasted chestnuts and the delicately spiced fish meatballs were exquisite.

When dessert was presented with almond paste cookies shaped into intricate patterns alongside small bowls of panna cotta flavored with rosewater and banished with candied orange peel, Alix was silently bemoaning the slight tightness of her corset.

The sweet Moscato ended their meal perfectly, and she wished to convey as much gratitude as possible. “Please give my sincere appreciation to your chef and kitchen staff, Signore d’Este; the meal was sublime and the service impeccable. You and your household honour me.” She humbly inclined her head to denote her gratitude.

Before dinner

Rinaldo would respond to Alix’s concerns and confessions with an uncommon depth of sincerity, aiming to address her fears while reinforcing his commitment to their growing partnership. His words would be carefully chosen, his tone a mix of calm authority and genuine reassurance, as he sought to instill in her the confidence that he intended to be truthful, supportive, and protective.

Pausing in their walk, his gaze fixed on Alix’s as the weight of her words settled over him. Her concerns were valid, her fears justified, and he understood that this was a pivotal moment to prove himself worthy of her trust. He placed his free hand over hers where it rested on his arm, his touch firm but gentle, grounding her in the moment.

“Alix,” he began, his voice low but steady, “…your family will know you are safe… this, I promise you. But they will not hear it from me or my associates. You will write to them yourself. Your hand, your words, sealed with whatever mark or phrase they would know to be yours and yours alone. I will ensure your letters reach them swiftly and without interference. Your voice will carry across the miles, unaltered.”

He allowed a moment for his words to settle before continuing, his tone softening. “As for your mother’s home, it is clear your father has no right to desecrate what was hers. I will send word to my trusted agents in Nantes to watch over the property. Should he attempt to claim anything further, he will find himself challenged by more than a daughter’s grief… he will face the reach of this household, and the consequences will be severe.”

His expression grew sharper, his pale blue eyes unwavering. “The seals you speak of… I assume these are tied to the governance of your lands? If so, we will ensure they remain secure. Whether they are here or in your late mother’s home, I will see to it that they are protected. No one, not even your father, will use them to further his schemes. Tell me what needs to be done, and it will be done.”

Rinaldo straightened slightly, his presence commanding but not overbearing. “Alix, I will not deny that I entered this union with the same pragmatism that governs many decisions in Venezia. But I trust in my Bocche dei Leoni, and based upon their information, I would not have agreed to it if I had not believed in your potential… as my wife, yes, but also as something far more important. I seek a partner, a woman who can stand beside me, challenge me, and share in the life we will build together. I see that in you.” Then based upon her expression he would lean close to her, his hand still atop hers, as he explained what the Bocche dei Leoni were… his own labyrinthine networks of informants, spies, and allies, known as Bocche dei Leoni (lion’s mouths).

His tone softened further, his words laced with a rare vulnerability. “I am not a man given to empty flattery, nor am I one to make promises lightly. You may doubt me now, and I do not blame you. But I will show you… through action, not just words… that my loyalty is to you and my country. You will have my support, my protection, and my trust. And in time, I hope you will give me the same.”

He offered her a faint but genuine smile, his hand brushing hers once more before he resumed their walk. “Come…” he said, his voice returning to its measured calm. “… let us face this evening together, as partners in all things. Whatever challenges lie ahead, we will meet them side by side.”

Through his actions and words, Rinaldo’s aim is to reassure Alix that she is not merely a pawn in a political alliance, but a valued partner. His promises regarding her family, her late mother’s home, and the protection of her seals will be reinforced with decisive plans, ensuring that she sees his intentions as genuine. His vulnerability in admitting his hopes for their partnership will serve as the foundation of trust, while his calm authority will assure her that he was capable of protecting her and the life they were building together. With his position over the years in office, he has formed an elite organization loyal only to him and his family… a power no Il Rosso had formulated before in the Republic’s history. And unknowingly, he, after his marriage, will be re-elected to remain in his position for another term. Never had he had such security before, and now he has a prospective and trustworthy partner.

The Dinner

As the courses progressed, Rinaldo observed Alix with a quiet intensity, taking note of the slight hesitations in her movements and the fleeting uncertainty in her eyes. Her lack of experience with Venetian customs and the refined intricacies of high nobility dining was apparent, but it did not trouble him. Instead, he saw it as an opportunity to guide her, to begin shaping her into the woman who could thrive in his world without sacrificing her individuality… something simple as a slight hesitation when picking up a utensil, before eating…

When Alix paused before selecting the correct utensil for a dish, Rinaldo smoothly picked up his own, subtly setting an example without drawing attention to her moment of uncertainty. If her gaze flicked to his for reassurance, he would offer her a faint smile, his expression calm and encouraging. "The risotto is best savored slowly," he remarked lightly, giving her time to adjust to the flow of the meal and easing the weight of expectations.

As their conversation turned more personal, Alix spoke candidly, revealing her thoughts, fears, and uncertainties. Rinaldo listened attentively, his pale blue eyes fixed on hers, his expression softening as she shared her vulnerabilities. When she voiced her doubts about her place in Venetian society or her ability to meet its expectations, he responded with measured confidence.

"You are not alone in this, Alix," he said, his voice low and steady, carrying the assurance of a man who understood the challenges ahead. "Venetian society is a labyrinth of customs and expectations, yes, but you are not expected to navigate it alone. I will guide you, as will those in this household. You have more strength than you realize, and together, we will ensure that you not only endure, but flourish."

When she expressed her gratitude for his patience and guidance, Rinaldo reached for her hand, his touch light but deliberate. "It is not patience, mia cara," (my dear) he said, his tone softening further, "… but trust. I see in you a woman who can stand beside me, not as a shadow but as an equal. Whatever knowledge you lack, we will remedy it together."

Rinaldo, ever calculated yet genuine when it mattered, would address his family’s history during the meal, as she requested, with a balance of pride and pragmatism… as well as spatial arrangement not to interrupt the meal. He would want Alix to understand the legacy she would soon be part of… its triumphs, its trials, and the hard-earned lessons that shaped it.

“My family’s story, Alix, is one of ambition, resilience, and… a fair share of mistakes,” Rinaldo began, his gaze steady but thoughtful. “The d’Este name was not always as well-regarded in Venezia as it is now. We trace our roots to Modena, where my ancestors were Dukes of considerable renown. But political shifts, alliances, and betrayals… some of which were our doing… saw us fall from grace. By the time my great-grandfather sought refuge in the City of Masks, the d’Este family was no longer what it once was.”

He paused, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of his wine goblet. “Here in Venezia, my ancestors rebuilt, but not without cost. They entered a world where power is earned not through force but through cunning—alliances, trade, and subtle influence. My grandfather was a merchant of extraordinary vision. He built connections across the Adriatic and the Ottoman Empire, trading silk, spices, and rare goods that fed the Republic’s appetite for wealth. But his success came with enemies. Rivals sought to discredit him, to seize what he had built. He endured scandal, even exile for a time, before reclaiming his place.” [/b][/i][/color]

Rinaldo’s lips curled into a faint, humorless smile. “My father, however, lacked my grandfather’s discipline. He had ambition but squandered much of what was built before him in reckless ventures and ill-considered alliances. His failings nearly cost us everything. By the time he died, it fell to me to rebuild our family’s name and fortune… a task I have pursued with singular focus ever since.”
His expression softened slightly as he turned his gaze to Alix. “The d’Este family stands strong now, but our position was not handed to us. Every step forward has been earned, often at great personal cost. And while I am proud of what we have achieved, I am not blind to the shadows that linger behind our name. There are whispers, as there always are in Venezia… jealous rivals, old enemies, those who resent our rise. This city is a place of constant maneuvering, and power is as fragile as it is coveted.”

Rinaldo leaned forward slightly, his tone firm but not unkind. “You should know this, Alix, because by marrying into this family, you will inherit both its legacy and its burdens. You will walk among those who envy us, who will look for any flaw to exploit. But you will also stand with me, a partner in this delicate dance of power. I will teach you what you need to know, and together, we will ensure that the d’Este name not only survives but thrives…”

His voice softened, and he reached for her hand, his touch light yet reassuring. “Ours is a story of resilience, Alix, much like yours. I see in you the same strength that has carried my family through centuries of turmoil. And together, I believe we can write the next chapter of this story, one that will not be forgotten.” Rinaldo’s eyes of eerie pale blue held hers for a moment, conveying a quiet sincerity that was rare for a man so steeped in the politics of La Serenìsima Repùblica Vèneta, the Serene Venetian Republic. He wanted her to understand the reality of their world, but also the possibility that they could rise above it… together.

After Dinner – the Sitting Room

As the meal concluded and they retired to a quieter sitting room for post-dinner wine, Rinaldo took the opportunity to further reassure Alix of his intentions. The servants had withdrawn, leaving them in a space that was both opulent and intimate, with the soft glow of candelabras reflecting off the dark wood and velvet furnishings.

Sitting beside her rather than across from her, Rinaldo leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting to one of quiet earnestness. "Alix," he began, "…you asked me earlier about my intentions and whether you can trust me. I will not deny that our union began as a matter of strategy… an alliance that would benefit both our families. But you are no longer a name in a letter or a portrait to me. You are a woman of courage and conviction, someone who speaks her mind and does not shy from the truth, even when it is uncomfortable. That is a rarity in any court, and it is something I value deeply."

He paused, his gaze unwavering. "I have no desire for a wife who is merely an ornament, nor do I intend to bind you to a life where you must sacrifice who you are. I want a partner… someone I can confide in, someone who will challenge me when I falter, and someone who will share the burdens and triumphs of the life we build together."

Rinaldo’s voice softened further, his words laced with a rare vulnerability. "I give you my word, Alix, that I will be truthful to you and you alone. My loyalty is yours, as I hope yours will be mine. Whatever doubts you have, whatever questions linger in your mind, speak them to me. I will not turn away, nor will I dismiss them."

He leaned back slightly, offering her a moment to process his words. Then, with a faint smile, he added, "And as for Venetian customs and graces, you will master them in time. Until then, I will be your guide. No one will dare mock you while I stand at your side."

Rinaldo’s response would be marked by his characteristic balance of pragmatism and sincerity. He would reassure her at every turn, not through empty platitudes but through actions and words rooted in mutual respect. Her honesty would deepen his respect for her, and her courage in admitting her uncertainties would only solidify his belief that she could grow into the partner he desired.

Through his guidance during dinner and his earnest words afterward, Rinaldo would seek to establish a foundation of trust, showing Alix that their union could be more than a mere arrangement… it could be a partnership built on shared strength and an unshakable bond.

Rinaldo would not only aim to build trust with Alix but also to lay the foundation for a deeper connection… one that included intimacy, partnership, and the promise of legacy. As they sat together, the glow of the evening's candles casting warmth around them, his words would shift from pragmatic reflections to something more personal and vulnerable, peeling back layers of the man beneath the Inquisitor.

Rinaldo’s gaze lingered on Alix’s face, his expression softening in a way that would be almost imperceptible to anyone else. “Trust is the cornerstone of what we must build, Alix. Without it, nothing else will stand. But I would not have our partnership be one of convenience alone. I do not wish for a cold union of necessity… a bond held together only by duty.”

He then moved from beside her, to kneeling before her… leaning forward slightly, his voice lowering as if to ensure his words were meant for her alone. “You are to be my wife, my confidant, and yes, my lover. That is not a role I take lightly, nor do I expect you to. Intimacy, true intimacy, is not something born of convenience or obligation. It must be cultivated with care, with patience, and with understanding.”

His hand moved lightly to hers, his fingers brushing against her skin, his touch deliberate yet unassuming. “I do not expect you to trust me fully today, nor to feel for me what may one day come. But I want you to know that I see you, Alix… not just as a symbol of alliance or as the daughter of Julius Tradonico, but as a woman of strength, courage, and remarkable depth.”

He paused, his eyes searching hers, their pale blue depths carrying a rare vulnerability. “When I think of what we may build together, it is not just a house or a name. It is a life. A legacy. I see children who will carry both of us forward… a blending of our stories, our strengths. I see a future where you are not just my partner in the halls of power but in every quiet, unseen corner of our lives.”

Rinaldo leaned back slightly, remaining on bended knee, his tone soft but firm. “Legacy is not only about what we leave behind but how we live in the present. I want to build something with you, Alix… not for appearances, but for ourselves. I want to create a union that endures not because it must, but because it is strong, because it is true.”

His gaze did not waver, his sincerity evident in every word. “I am not a man accustomed to sharing what lies beneath the surface. But with you, I will try. I will give you my truth, my loyalty, and my devotion. Not because it is expected, but because it is what I choose. And I hope, in time, you will choose the same.” Rinaldo’s voice softened as he finished, his hand still lightly brushing hers. “This is not just about trust or duty. It is about building something that is ours. Together.”

Rinaldo’s response aimed to show Alix that his vision for their relationship extended beyond the practicalities of Venetian politics. He would strive to foster a connection rooted in mutual respect, growing intimacy, and the shared creation of a lasting legacy unlike what he had before. He knew the fragility of what his ancestors had built. His words would carry the weight of a man determined to build not only a partnership of power but a bond of genuine depth and enduring meaning.

Before Dinner

His touch on her hand, firm though gentle, was reassuring, as were his words to her. “I know there will be many concerns and preparations to look after in the days and weeks to come, but I would like to find the time to write two missives in the morning. One is to be delivered to Izabell Martin, who is our housekeeper at de Bruc Manor, and the other should be given to the parish priest of Merlais-sur-Mer, Father Giles. I carried the signet ring with the de Bruc seal with me. I have the original, though I suppose forgeries could be attempted, but both Izabell and Father Giles will recognize the original for its intricacies and details. I will use it to sign or seal any documents for trade or business agreements when you need to deal with Betrons or French operating within the Catholic League, even Corsairs.”

She would not look away from the unwavering blue of his eyes but feel their steadfastness and resolve. “Thank you, Rin, your support in all of this is very much appreciated. I don’t know if my father was always driven thus or if the loss of my twin half-brothers in recent years has pushed him to further his ambitions and secure his family name at the possible cost of those closest to him, but I hope you will be able to reason with him. I worry that I may be too close to the situation to remain impartial when dealing with him.”

Alix leaned in closer to him as he continued to hold her hand. She gave him a faint conspiratory smile, “The Lion’s mouths, so I was not wrong in my first impression of you when I saw you on the pier.” Her eyes held his with a growing warmth and sense of security in his presence.

She was humbled by his words towards her as she took them all in. “I hope for the same. I do not doubt your words, though as you say, it is time and the trials we face together that will strengthen our bonds.”

She returned his smile with a bright one and willingly went with him into the dining hall.

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The Dinner

Alix often found her violet-blue gaze drawn to Rinaldo each time she hesitated, whether it was about the correct utensil to use or how to proceed with the risotto. He could clearly anticipate her uncertainty and subtly guide her without drawing notice to her or her ignorance. Her respect and fondness for him grew at his every show of consideration for her.

She quietly nodded at his remark about the risotto and his faint smile, which was given with calm encouragement.

“Grazie, for everything.” When he touched her hand, she impulsively interlaced the tips of her fingers with his, not considering for a moment whether it was proper. It was a brief touch before she withdrew her hand to resume eating, leaving her with a pleasant lingering heat.

When Rinaldo spoke to her of his family, Alix cocked her head slightly sideways to denote that she was carefully listening and taking in all she could to try and make sense of.

She curled her smaller fingers around his larger ones after he had finished speaking of his family and held her hand again. She was quiet and thoughtful for a moment before she spoke again. “No, our families are not so different, but it is one thing to squander wealth, Rin, as your father may have done; hard work, the right connections, and good investments may earn it back. A lost reputation is harder to undo, and lives lost are impossible to regain. I hope my father knows this and does not head down such a dark path.”

She tossed her head vigorously as though to rid herself of such grim thoughts before she looked into the pale sky blue of his eyes to find her balance once more and smile. “You are correct, Rin; with your aid and you beside me, I believe we will rise above this and start anew and stronger for it.” She gave his fingers a tiny squeeze as her smile broadened.

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After Dinner - The Sitting Room

By candlelight, her eyes were a luminescent shade of clear periwinkle. Alix listened earnestly as Rin spoke of his hope for their future together. They sat beside each other in the comfort and opulence of the sitting room.

She took in his words with wonder and respect. Alix would wait for a natural pause from Rinaldo before she replied with a gentle smile that touched her lips more often in the past few hours in his company than she had in nearly in a year.

“Rin,” She began softly, a serene smile still on her full carmine lips. “I do not hold illusions about myself. I am mortal and flawed. I know you say you are not expecting perfection, nor can I give that to you even if I wished for it, but what I can promise is that I will try my best not to cause you embarrassment, at least not publicly. I may not always be able to reign in my temper or my impulsive nature, but I will think of you first.”

Alix gave a rare sardonic chuckle. “Let them mock me if they wish, Rin, for if I do not care for them, it would have no meaning, nor could it wound me. I only wish the esteem of those I hold close to my heart, though I understand the weight of the expectations of others and society. I consider it a blessing that I was given the education to understand and be able to conform to them when it was needed, but not to be shackled by them. When it will be the two of us together like this or with our children if we are blessed with them, I would have us be ourselves as we are now.”

As he knelt before her and lightly brushed her hand, she would reach out to do what she had longed to earlier if he allowed it, as she made her own vows to him. The smooth pad of her thumb would gently caress his brow, and her slender fingers would brush back his thick waves of golden brown hair, her touch meaning to soothe and reassure him as much as his words and hand on her did.

“When I took the decision to come with you and not take up Baroness Elena’s offer, it was not a choice I made lightly. I entrusted my safety, my freedom, and my person to you. I risked myself, but now know that I will risk my heart with you. I do not give it easily and though I may not fully understand what love is between a man and woman, I wish to discover all of its complex facets with you. It may be that for both our survival, I will need to learn the game of lies and deceit, but with you, I swear, I will always be truthful when we are alone like this.” As she spoke, and if he allowed it, she would continue her gentle stroke of his hair with her lightly curled fingertips. It was a small intimate gesture that drew her closer to him and demonstrated her more supportive and compassionate nature.

The warm glow of candlelight bathed the opulent sitting room, casting a golden sheen over the richly upholstered furniture and gilded details, softening the space into one of intimacy and quiet elegance. Amidst this tranquil setting knelt Rinaldo, the once-untouchable lion now humbled before the woman who had swiftly captivated his heart and mind… Alix. The words exchanged between them throughout the evening still lingered in his thoughts, a symphony of covenants spoken from one heart to another.

As he knelt, Rinaldo allowed her touch… longed for by them both… to unfold naturally. The smooth pad of her thumb grazed his brow, her slender fingers delicately brushing back the thick waves of his golden-brown hair. Her touch was light, deliberate, and brimming with unspoken tenderness, offering him a solace that mirrored the comfort he had sought to give her. Not only did Rinaldo permit this act, but he leaned into her hand, pressing his head into her palm, his eyes closing briefly in wordless acknowledgment of the bond growing between them.

When she began to speak again, her voice steady yet soft as she made her own vows to him, Rinaldo looked up at her. His pale blue eyes shone with quiet joy, while his expression remained solemn, reflecting the gravity and sincerity of the moment. It was a rare vulnerability for a man so often guarded, yet in this moment, before the woman who would become his wife, it felt both necessary and natural.

The closeness between them unspoken but palpable. The evening had been long and filled with subtle tests of grace, patience, and understanding, yet now, in the quiet intimacy of this room, they could speak freely.

Rinaldo watched her closely, the luminous periwinkle of her eyes catching the flickering light as she studied him in turn. She seemed both calmer and more assured than when she had first stepped into his home, yet there was still a vulnerability that stirred something protective within him. He spoke first, his tone low and steady, a quiet anchor for the conversation to come.

“Alix,” he began, reaching for her hand with the same firm gentleness he had shown all evening. “Tonight was only the beginning, but you have shown more composure and strength than many might in your position. I do not underestimate what it has taken for you to come here, to place your trust in me, a man you barely know.”


Her honesty drew a rare smile from him, one that reached his pale blue eyes. “That, Alix, means more to me than you know. You entrusted me not only with your safety but with your person and your future. I will not betray that trust. I know the road to OUR success will have challenges and external tests, and at times, things may seem… um, difficult… but I shall never lie to you in private… Whatever doubts you may still have, whatever fears linger, I ask only that you share them with me, as I will share mine with you.”


Rinaldo inclined his head, his voice growing firmer, more resolute. “You are not alone in this. Venetian society is complex, but it is a game I know well. I will teach you its rules, guide you through its labyrinthine corridors, and ensure that no one dares look down upon you. You are my chosen partner, Alix, and with time, the city will know and respect you as I do.”

He leaned closer, brushing a strand of her mahogany hair back with surprising tenderness. “You have nothing to fear from me, Alix. I chose you not for convenience, but because I saw in you the potential for more… a partner who could stand beside me, not behind me. Together, we will build a life, a legacy, one that endures beyond the schemes of others. And in time, surely beauty may fade… but I feel something stronger in us…”

He knelt slightly before her, his larger hand enveloping hers as he looked up into her luminous eyes. “And whatever comes, we shall discover it together,” he murmured. “Here, between us… no pretense, no lies. You have my truth, my loyalty, and my devotion. Whatever love grows between us, it will be nurtured by honesty and shared purpose.”

His hand rose to cover hers where it rested against his cheek, the touch grounding them both. “You will never have to lie to me, Alix. Let the world play its games; here, we will have truth. And as for your heart… it is a risk I am honored you would take with me.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the intimacy between them deeper than any words could convey. The flickering candles seemed to cast a glow not only around them but within, illuminating the fragile beginnings of something that might one day grow into a bond unshakable by the world outside. He rested his head in her lap… time seemed to stand still… in the silence, he could hear her heartbeat… or maybe, his own… in her thigh beneath the clothing. Unshakeable, calm, and reserved, finding an odd place to relax.

For a man like Rinaldo d’Este… disciplined, pragmatic, and steeped in the calculated world of Venetian politics… falling so quickly for a woman like Alix required a convergence of unexpected moments and circumstances that challenge his usual approach to life.

Having spent much of his life surrounded by intrigue, duplicity, and calculated alliances, in Alix, he encounters something startlingly different… authenticity. Her candor, even in moments of nervousness or vulnerability, strikes him as a rare quality in a world where masks and lies are the norm. Her willingness to speak her mind, admit her fears, and show her true self, even when it risks exposing her weaknesses, resonates deeply with him. It’s not just refreshing… it’s disarming.

Alix’s ability to hold her own, even when overwhelmed, intrigued him further; seeing the strength beneath her uncertainty, a strength that reminds him of the qualities he values most in himself.

Their circumstances… Alix thrust into a foreign world and Rinaldo tasked with guiding her, created an emotional closeness that accelerated their connection; far what either could have expected. Unaccustomed to seeing someone look to him for reassurance in such a personal, unguarded way, Alix’s trust in him, even in its early stages, forced him to consider her not as a political arrangement but as a person with her own fears, hopes, and desires. Her vulnerability stirred a protective instinct in him, but more than that… it reminded him that, for all his power and control, he too is human and capable of emotional connection. This shared fragility opened a door to feelings he would otherwise keep buried… even undo his doom.

Rinaldo had entered into their arrangement expecting someone entirely different… a polished, submissive noblewoman molded by French and Breton courts. Instead, he finds Alix, a woman who is unapologetically herself, with a fiery temper, fierce loyalty, and a mind shaped by her unique experiences. Her resilience, even when she falters, and her refusal to simply bend to his world intrigue and attract him in ways he did not anticipate.

As a man who respects strength; and in Alix, he sees someone who could grow into a partner capable of standing beside him in both public and private life. Her potential, combined with her humanity, makes him see her not just as “a means to an end”, but as someone who could genuinely share his burdens and his life.

For a man like Rinaldo, who is rarely offered genuine affection or unguarded moments, Alix’s small, natural gestures… a touch to his brow, the way she looks to him for guidance, or the trust she places in him… carry far more weight than grand displays. These moments remind him of the simplicity and depth of human connection, something his world of politics and power often lacks. To him, her touch and her words conveyed a warmth and care that began to bridge the emotional walls he had built around a vulnerable heart over years of calculated decisions and solitary strength.

What changed the expected slow burn? In the very beginning of the idea of a companion, consort, or even a mate… thus came the opportunity of an arrangement. In the months of discussion with Tradonico, he thought he could approach this as a business deal… and should any feelings between the prospective recipients of the agreement develop, he knew his feelings were meant to develop slowly… but… fate changed… brought on by several factors accelerating their emotional bond:

• The shared experience of vulnerability : Alix’s honesty about her fears and past, paired with his own desire to protect and guide her, created an accelerated emotional closeness.
• The unexpected compatibility : Alix challenged Rinaldo in ways he respects, while her loyalty and courage aligned with his values. Their differences complemented rather than clashed, deepening his interest.
• The humanity behind the facade : Her small, unguarded moments allowed Rinaldo to see beyond her role as his betrothed and connected with the person she is, stirring feelings he hadn’t expected to surface so quickly.

Her long slim fingers opened as Rinaldo pressed his head more firmly into her palm. Alix lovingly caressed his thick hair, her fingers loosely intertwining with the locks at the back of his scalp, before she moved her hand back to cup his bearded cheek in her palm.

To witness the man she could only think of as her lion, who now knelt and presented himself in such a vulnerable state, she felt humbled, honoured, and fearful. She did not know that she could live up to his hopes and expectations of her for both of them, but she meant to try with all her heart.

As he spoke to her in a voice both more firm and resolute, she leaned into his touch as well, not just wanting him to brush the wayward strand of loose mahogany hair but her skin, longing for it as the newly wakened petal of a flower at dawn tuned towards the sun’s first rays breaking upon the horizon after a night’s long repose.

When it did not yet come, she settled for his larger hand, covering hers against his cheek. It brought her comfort and security. Where she would rush headlong to explore what was growing between them at an unwise pace, she would need to trust in his more mature years and restraint.

She sensed that her willful nature would test them both, though she did not speak of it and let a tiny mysterious smile lift the corners of her mouth upwards. The slight darkening of her eyes to deep amethyst was the only hint that she wanted more of his touch. She did not speak the words, but she let out a soft, barely audible gasp when he placed his head in her lap.

The gesture was very intimate, but it wrenched at her heart to see him thus before her. She had not expected that the fierce, strong, intelligent, and proud man she had first seen at the pier earlier that morning would lay so much of his unguarded self before her.

“Oh, Rin,” She mouthed before both her hands cupped his head, one at his nape and the other again at his temple to caress his ear and cheek. She bent her graceful form to kiss his brow softly before she straightened, though she remained close to him.

Whatever his duties and station demanded of him, it could not be an easy life. She would if she could help ease even a few of those burdens. “Whatever storms come, perhaps even some of my own making…”She honestly teased him. “We will weather them together.” She quietly vowed, her tone solemn once more.

She held him in her lap as she gently stroked his hair for as long as he wished.

Rinaldo responded to Alix’s tenderness with equal sincerity and depth, his words and actions carefully chosen to match the intimacy of the moment while reinforcing the trust and partnership they were building. The vulnerability he displayed in resting his head in her lap was not just a gesture of affection but also one of profound trust, acknowledging her as someone who could share in his burdens and triumphs.

As Alix’s hands cradled his head, Rinaldo closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully embrace the solace her touch provided. For a man accustomed to control and authority, the moment was both humbling and deeply meaningful. Her soft words, her promise of unity, resonated with him, stirring emotions he rarely allowed himself to feel, let alone express.

When she kissed his brow, his lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. Without lifting his head, his voice rose from where he rested, low and steady, yet rich with emotion. “Alix…” he began, his words a mixture of gravity and tenderness, “…you offer me something I have not known for many years… peace. In your presence, the weight I carry feels… lighter.”

He opened his eyes then, his gaze meeting hers from his vulnerable position. “You humble me…” he admitted, his voice softer now, “…not because you hold me this way, but because you do so without fear. That is a strength few possess, and it is a strength I will come to depend on.”

Rinaldo allowed a brief silence to pass, the only sound in the room the faint crackle of the candle flames. Slowly, he shifted, lifting his head to sit more upright but still close to her, his hand moving to rest over hers where it cupped his cheek. He looked at her with an intensity that was softened by the warmth in his pale blue eyes. “My position is truly gratifying, and something I have always desired… but it does take it’s toll upon one’s own mind, and body. The loneliness is harsh… I am the lion you saw onboard ship… but I had no one to share the platitudes with…until you arrived and I finally met you… and you have already begun to ease my burdens, Alix, simply by being here, by speaking to me not as Consigliere d’Este or Il Rosso, but as Rin.”

His larger hand gently took hers, lowering it from his cheek to his lap, where he intertwined their fingers. “You worry you may not live up to my expectations, but I ask only that you be yourself. Whatever storms may come, even those of your own making…” he said with a faint smile at her teasing remark, “… we will face them together. You have my word, my support, and my loyalty.”

He paused, studying her face, the way her expression shifted between shyness, strength, and the flicker of something unspoken. “I see the fire in you, Alix, and I know it will test us both. But I would not wish it extinguished. That fire is what makes you who you are, and it will make us stronger together.”

Leaning closer, he brushed a wayward strand of mahogany hair from her cheek, his touch deliberate yet gentle. “Know this… I want you… all of you… If I hold back at times, it is not because I doubt this… what we are building… but because I want it to grow properly, with care and understanding. Rushing headlong, as tempting as it may be, risks losing what could become far greater in time.”

Rinaldo’s expression softened further, his voice carrying the weight of both a vow and a plea. “Trust in me, Alix, as I trust in you. Whatever trials come, I will not falter, and I will not let you stand alone. Together, we will weather anything.”

He allowed the moment to stretch, his hand still intertwined with hers, before adding with quiet conviction, “And I will never take for granted what you have given me tonight… your trust, your care, and your heart. They are gifts I will honor with all that I am.”

As the weight of his words settled, Rinaldo remained close, allowing her to continue stroking his hair if she wished, the intimacy between them deepening in the stillness of the room. For the first time in many years, he felt not the pressing weight of his responsibilities but the fragile, hopeful beginnings of something far more personal… and infinitely more precious.

The warmth of the room enveloped them, the candlelight casting soft shadows that danced across the richly adorned walls. Rinaldo’s gaze lingered on Alix as her fingers moved gently through his hair, her touch soothing and unguarded. He felt an unfamiliar peace settle over him, a sense of reprieve he had not dared to hope for in years.

Alix, too, seemed to draw strength from the moment, her earlier fears and uncertainties easing in the quiet intimacy they now shared. She had seen him not as the imposing figure of Il Rosso, the Consigliere Ducale, but as a man who knelt before her, offering both his vulnerabilities and his unwavering support. Her heart, so guarded in the past, might even begin to crack open, allowing light to filter through.

After a time, Rinaldo straightened, though his hand lingered in hers, their fingers still entwined. His eyes, pale blue and steady, held hers with a mix of tenderness and resolve. “Alix…” he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of the moment, “… this is only the beginning. Whatever lies ahead, we will face it together.”

Regrettably standing, Rinaldo helped Alix to her feet, their hands still joined. The weight of their world awaited them beyond the door of the setting room… political machinations, societal expectations, and the trials that come with ambition. But in this moment, they stood side-by-side, bound by trust and the fragile beginnings of something far greater.

Her lips curved into a faint smile, her fingers tightening slightly around his. And as they walked toward the door, hand-in-hand, then from the other side, the door opened, and they exited. Then the pair slowly made the trek upstairs, step by step, he never let go of her… As they approached her bedchamber’s door, the servants exited, offering their greetings and reassurance her chambers were ready. Rinaldo glanced down at her, his voice calm but resolute. “Rest well tonight, Alix. Tomorrow, we begin anew.” His hand pulled hers to his lips… kissing the knuckles tenderly. “The Doctor shall be here in the morning… and I shall be there with you is you still wish it.”

A small thrill of feminine pride coursed through her at his words, which she could feel gently vibrating in the intimate space between her lap. She continued to calmly comb her fingers through his hair's deep, golden thickness. “It makes me happy to know that I can help in even such a simple way, Rin.” She whispered as she lowered her mouth to his ear before straightening again, brushing her thumb over his brow.

The soft glow of the many candles lent a warm ambiance reflected in the rich wood and vibrant textiles of gold and burgundy worn by both of them as well as being part of the rich settee. Alix smiled, glancing into his azure eyes. “As I said before, I am not afraid of you, and you can depend on whatever strength I have to lend you.” Her voice was warm and husky with devotion.

She remained quiet as he spoke. He covered her slimmer hand on his cheek with his larger one. Her fingers then intertwined with his own in his lap, and she squeezed his hand to let him know that she was still listening. “I trust you, Rin. I hope my antics will always make you smile inwardly, even if you can not show it in public.” She gave him a grin and another small squeeze of her hand on his own.

She leaned into his touch as much as she could as he moved his hand to brush at a wayward lock of her hair. She let out a tiny sigh of frustration and longing from her narrow nostrils as she took a soft breath through her parted lips and closed her eyes. She gave a quiet exasperated chuckle before she turned the full force of her darkened violet-blue eyes on Rinaldo. “I trust you in this more than I trust myself. I am not patient; I’m glad you are and will be stronger for us both. I do want to know and learn everything with you.” She had only a vague idea of what she was talking about, but she knew that she was very much attracted to him and not because of his obvious outward male beauty.

She let him help her to her feet as their hands kept them linked to each other. It was a bond she knew she would be loath to break, but she was starting to feel not only the weight of the day’s events but also the long weeks of entrapment at sea aboard the Al-Jarif and the method of her father’s brutal summons to get her to come to Venezia. Sooner or later, she would need to face her father, even if she had no desire to do so. She knew she could not claim to be strong and let Rinaldo deal with the man who had sired her.

She walked beside him in her elegant, near-silent way until they reached the door of her bed chamber. The caress of his lips on her knuckles gave her a tiny shiver of delight.

Rinaldo’s inner strength, intelligence, respect for her, honesty, and the vulnerabilities he had revealed to her acted as a near-overpowering cantharis. She beamed at him as she shook her head resolutely. “I still wish for you to be with me.” She replied, keeping her voice light, though her words betrayed an obstinate nature that would not easily be swayed to change.

In front of his domestics, she returned to the formal use of his title. “Thank you for everything.” She turned to look at each of the servants and included them in her thanks. Her eyes shone brightly as she turned her gaze back to Rinaldo. “It has been a wonderful day, but coming here was a long and arduous voyage. I am quite tired. I wish you a good night, Signore d’Este.” She gave him a polite curtsey and warm smile that reached her clear blue eyes, which lingered on his own until Rinaldo left her to retire to her bed chamber to get ready to sleep with the help of Giulia and Serafina.

The morning air was crisp and carried the faint brine of the Venetian canals as the physician arrived at Ca’ Barberini. His gondola, a simple craft in stark contrast to the opulence of the d’Este household, glided to the private dock, where two liveried servants awaited him. Dressed in a dark, modest robe befitting his profession, the physician carried a worn leather satchel that contained the tools of his trade. His gait was deliberate as he ascended the marble steps, his expression calm and composed.

The house steward greeted him at the entrance with a polite bow. “Doctor Berengario, welcome,” he said, his voice low, reflecting the subdued mood of the morning. “Signore d’Este is expecting you.”

The physician nodded in acknowledgment, his demeanor professional and unflinching, as one accustomed to the peculiar demands of his work. “Lead the way,” he replied simply, his voice carrying a quiet authority. His eyes flicked briefly over the grandeur of the palazzo as he was escorted inside, noting the richly adorned walls and the delicate murals that spoke to the d’Este family’s wealth and status. He had seen many noble homes in his time, but each visit carried its own air of gravity.

The path to the receiving room was quiet, the usual hum of activity in the palazzo subdued in deference to the solemnity of the occasion. Servants moved with muted efficiency, ensuring the household’s operations continued uninterrupted but without drawing undue attention to the physician’s presence.

When they reached the receiving room, the steward gestured for the doctor to enter. Inside, Rinaldo awaited him, his imposing presence softened slightly by the weight of the morning’s purpose. The physician inclined his head respectfully. “Signore d’Este,” he greeted, his tone even. “I am at your service.”

Rinaldo rose, his expression composed but serious. “Doctor Berengario, thank you for coming. I trust you are aware of the purpose of your visit.”

The physician nodded, his tone matter-of-fact. “I am, Signore. I will conduct the examination with the utmost discretion and respect for the lady’s dignity.”

Rinaldo’s pale blue eyes fixed on the doctor, his voice low and deliberate. “See that you do. Lady Alix has endured much to be here, and I will not tolerate any unnecessary discomfort or indignity. My housekeeper, Bianca, will assist you. She is to ensure my betrothed feels as comfortable as possible.”

The doctor inclined his head again, sensing the unspoken warning in Rinaldo’s tone. “You have my assurance, Signore.”

With that, the steward stepped forward to escort the physician to the adjoining chamber where the preparations had been made. The physician moved with quiet efficiency, his calm demeanor serving as a counterbalance to the tension that lingered in the air. As he entered the chamber and began setting out his tools, he prepared himself for what would undoubtedly be another of the many delicate and sensitive tasks that came with serving the Venetian elite.

The morning when the physician arrived at Ca’ Barberini to perform "esame di verginità", the chastity examination required by Venetian custom, would begin with a hushed air of solemnity. For Alix, it would be one of the most disconcerting moments she had ever faced in her young life so far, not only because of its invasive and deeply personal nature but also because it served as a reminder of the expectations and control imposed upon noblewomen or any women by men. For Rinaldo, it would be a moment to demonstrate his unwavering support and to help Alix endure the ordeal with dignity.

The atmosphere within the palazzo was unusually quiet, the servants moving with deliberate care as they prepared the receiving room for the physician. A small side chamber, adjacent to the piano nobile and discreetly screened off, had been arranged for the procedure. The room was furnished with a sturdy chaise lounge covered in fresh linens and lit by the warm glow of candles, which softened the starkness of the task at hand.

Rinaldo had ensured that only the physician and the housekeeper, Bianca, would be present alongside Alix. The physician, a seasoned man with a calm demeanor, arrived punctually, carrying a small leather case containing the tools of his trade… clean linens, tinctures, and a vial of clove oil to ease discomfort. He had performed such examinations many times before and conducted himself with a professional detachment.

Before the examination began, Rinaldo met with Alix in the privacy of her chambers. His expression was calm but resolute as he stepped closer, taking her hands in his. “Alix,” he said softly, his voice steady, “…this is a custom I do not relish, but it is one I cannot ignore. Know that I am here for you, every step of the way. If at any moment you feel uncertain, you need to reach out... I shall be there…” Alix nodded, her violet-blue narrow filled with determination but edged with unspoken anger, not at her betrothed, but at what she perceived to be an archaic system led by men who would never even know the pain of childbirth. She hated the hypocrisy of it.

Once Alix entered the side chamber, accompanied by Bianca, with Rinaldo in trail, the physician explained the procedure with an air of professionalism. He spoke in French, her native language in calm, measured tones surreal of a native Venetian, describing what was to occur. “My lady, this is a brief and necessary formality,” he assured her. “I am highly experienced, shall ensure the process is as dignified as possible.”

Alix nodded grimly, her hands fisted tightly on her lap as she sat on the chaise. Bianca, standing nearby, gave her a reassuring nod, her presence meant to provide a sense of propriety and comfort. Rinaldo remained just behind Alix’s right side, inside the chamber’s screen, close enough to be summoned if needed but far enough to respect her privacy.

The examination itself was straightforward but intrusive by any standards. The physician checked for physical signs of virginity, focusing on the hymen as dictated by the conventions of the time. He worked quickly and carefully, his professionalism minimizing her discomfort as much as possible. Bianca, ever vigilant, ensured that Alix’s modesty was preserved as much as the procedure allowed. Rinaldo stood by the chaise, his hand holding hers, his eyes focused on Alix’s face.

Though Alix held herself with remarkable composure, the experience was deeply unsettling. Her breaths were steady but shallow, and her fingers gripped the edge of the chaise, and Rin’s hand, both with quiet intensity. She focused on the reassuring presence of Bianca and the knowledge that Rinaldo beside her. Despite her resolve, a flush of humiliation crept into her cheeks… though she refused to let it overwhelm her. But Rinaldo was aware… and he leaned down and whispered to her. Surely it was something intimate and reassuring.

When the physician completed his task, he stepped back and addressed her with calm professionalism. “The examination is complete, my lady. I find no reason to question your virtue. You may dress.” Then he looked to Rin… “She is intact, Il Rosso… and ready to bear children when the time is right for you and her.”

His pale blue eyes searched hers, reading the mix of relief and lingering discomfort she could not entirely hide... and soon the eyes veered to the doctor and spoke softly… “Grassie, dotor.”

Alix exhaled softly, the tension in her shoulders easing. She inclined her head slightly to the physician, nodding. She remained polite for Rinaldo's sake.

When Alix emerged from the chamber, her steps were composed but deliberate. Rinaldo beside her, her hand upon his arm. “Alix,” he said softly, stepping closer, “You were magnificent, as I know you would… You have endured more than anyone should be asked to, and I am proud of your strength.”

As the physician departed and the morning sun streamed through the windows, the tension in the air began to dissipate. Together, they walked toward the breakfast room, their shared experience quietly strengthening the bond that had begun to grow between them. For Rinaldo, the morning reinforced his determination to protect Alix from the harshness of their world. For Alix, it was a reminder that, even in her most vulnerable moments, she had found an ally… and perhaps, in time, something far greater… in him.

As they sat at the table, he pulled out a chair for her, then guided it in as she sat down. Moving only a few feet away, he sat at the head of the table. The breakfast table, toła da cołasion, was large, sufficient for five to seven people, and usually a lady would sit opposite her husband at the head of the table, but Rin preferred her near him, so instructions had been mandated for her to be next to him, unless she wanted the traditional position. Looking at her, he smiled… “My dear Alix… I owe you an apology, because I chose for you… but Bianca, has advised me to request your personal preference, and not to assume;” … he winked at Bianca, who blushed bright… “Do you prefer to be seated next to me, or at the traditional seat…” pointing to the seat at the end of the table, far opposite him.

Alix had slept in a simple silk chemise, preferring its comfort and modesty over being nude in a strange bed and house. She wove her hair into a single, thick, long braid. She thanked Giulia and Sarafina after they folded back the coverlet and first layer of linen sheets and plumped her pillows.

Once alone, Alix breathed in the aromatic smell of lavender, wormwood, and lady's straw wrapped around the bed, both believed to help calm the sleeper and keep away bed bugs. She dug between the two feathered mattresses and retrieved the beautiful silver signet ring with the crested seal of the de Bruc red rose etched in gold surrounded by intricate vine and leaf motifs. The signet ring was held up by a simple gold chain, which Alix placed over her head, and she let the silver ring settle between the valley of her twin breasts beneath her chemise.



She then climbed into her bed and slipped her lower body underneath the coverlet and top linen sheet. Despite her long journey and forced confinement for most of the forty-five days at sea, complete exhaustion soon took over, and she slept deeply with no remembered dreams.

She woke well before dawn, grateful that no one had come to wake her. Slipping out of bed, she moved away from any furniture to do a few basic stretches. She then gracefully placed her hands at each side to help her keep her balance. In her mind, she heard the lively string notes of the Galliard played in happier times in her home of de Bruc Manor.

She performed the steps. She began with a small reverence to an invisible partner she now imagined as Rin and offered her right hand. Standing on her toes and giving lively forward kicks, she easily advanced first in a straight line. She then pivoted into a quarter-circle to face the invisible Rin. She did a full circle towards the right and then back full circle to the left with the same quick, agile kicks…

Then, a soft knock came at her door, causing her to stop in her morning dance and exercise routine. There was a pause before Giulia and Serafina entered with the newly laundered black gown she had requested, the one she had first arrived with off the boat. She would not be persuaded to wear another for her examination by Rinaldo’s physician, and with a small sardonic smile, she felt her choice of mourning gown was oddly fitting as the servant girls brought her before Bianca, whom she was glad to see. The no-nonsense but kind older housekeeper had a quiet, reassuring way about her.

When Rinaldo held her hands and spoke to her, she nodded solemnly to him, but she could not hide the rage she felt simmering just below the surface. Oh, she knew the way of the world and that the proof of her virginity was held as her highest virtue in the patriarchal society she lived in. Her own mother had had her own physician, for all the good it had done her before she died, but France and Breton also conserved an older tradition of midwives; some of these women were sanctioned and protected as legal practitioners under the Catholic Church. She would have preferred to be examined by such a one instead of some old man. Had Italy completely banned the practice of midwives? She would need to speak with Rin once they were alone.

Oddly enough, she brought Rin’s hands to her lips and tenderly kissed his rougher knuckles. “I know, and that is why I want you with me, " she whispered to him, finding strength in his presence.

As the physician explained the procedure to her in French, she dipped her head in mute silence. What, no having me open my mouth and to check my teeth like a good mare? She thought sarcastically. Having grown up around a small stable at Manor de Bruc she knew of such things and how horses reproduced, but she did not speak of it and took her place tensely upon the chaise.

Her heightened level of stress at having an older, unknown man touching her in such an intimate and uncomfortable way had her facial features flinching and her biting down hard on her lower lip, drawing blood at the final, though brief testing of her hymen to verify that it was intact.

Once it was done and she was able to draw slow, measured breaths again, she inclined her head towards the physician, but her eyes still raged silently and promised retaliation if the 'old quack' ever set eyes on her and tried to touch her again. She didn't care if Rinaldo was conscious of her silent threat to his physician at that precise moment.

As she emerged from the chamber, once more dressed after having cleaned herself with the basin of fresh water, cake of soap and strips of clean linen, she placed her hand on Rinaldo’s. She nodded wordlessly in acknowledgment of his elocution to her, but her wary smile warned him that flattery would not be enough to win her over and soothe her anger until she calmed down on her own time.

As they neared the breakfast table, Rinaldo managed to elicit a tiny chuckle from her before she composed herself again and gave Bianca a kind smile. “You are very considerate towards me not to let Signore d’Este assume that he knows my mind, but in this,” she paused and graced Rinaldo with a full smile. "He does know that I wish for us to be near each other.”

She graciously waited to be seated with Rinaldo’s aid.

pre-breakfast; post examination…

Rinaldo had responded to the entire situation with a mixture of calm authority, quiet reassurance, and profound empathy. He recognized both the injustice of what Alix was being forced to endure and the societal realities that required it. His actions and words would aim to both comfort her and reinforce the bond of trust and partnership they were building.
Rinaldo stood by her side, his pale blue eyes fixed on her with an intensity that belied his outward composure. Pre and post examination, he was keenly aware of Alix’s simmering anger and discomfort, and though he could do little to shield her from the procedure itself, he vowed to ensure she felt his unwavering presence and support. When she emerged, her hand finding his, her silent acknowledgment of his presence was enough to let him know how deeply she needed him to steady her.

The chastity examination was far more than a private matter; it was a societal obligation tied to Alix’s reputation, the legitimacy of their union, and the honor of both the d’Este and Tradonico families. Distrusting Alix’s father, Rinaldo’s decision to use Doctor Berengario, a trusted family physician who also served the Doge and his family, ensured that the examination would be conducted with the utmost professionalism and an air of formality that minimized any risk of gossip or accusations of impropriety. The doctor’s established credentials lent credibility to the process, solidifying its acceptance in Venetian society…. especially if her father had lied about her chastity.

Rinaldo’s choice reflected his need for control and trustworthiness in such a sensitive situation. By selecting a physician familiar with his household and aligned with his expectations, Rinaldo ensured that Alix’s dignity would be preserved as much as possible under the circumstances. A midwife, while perhaps more aligned with Alix’s cultural preferences, would not carry the same level of authority or accountability in Venetian society, particularly within the legal and noble frameworks Rinaldo was navigating.

His decision also underscored the power dynamics and societal realities of the time. Though he recognized the invasive and uncomfortable nature of the examination, Rinaldo viewed it as an unfortunate but necessary formality to secure Alix’s position in Venetian society and shield her from any future challenges to her virtue or their union. However, Rinaldo was not blind to Alix’s disdain for the process or her discomfort with a male physician. He sensed the strength in her… the inner fire that resisted such indignities… and resolved to address her concerns with compassion.

As they walked together toward their meal, Rinaldo spoke in a low, steady tone that reflected both his pragmatism and his care for her. “Alix,” he began, his voice soft yet firm, “I know this morning was difficult, and I felt your discomfort… your disdain. If it were within my power, I would have spared you this ordeal. But I chose Doctor Berengario because his reputation is beyond reproach. His role as the Doge’s physician ensures that no one can accuse us of favoritism or question the legitimacy of what was done. These matters, as much as I loathe them, are not simply personal. They are bound to the weight of society’s expectations.”

He paused, his gaze meeting hers with sincerity. “I acted to protect you, not to cause you pain. But if this is something you wish to discuss further, I will listen. Your feelings matter to me, and I will do what I can to honor your wishes moving forward.”

His words carried a blend of pragmatism and compassion, acknowledging the necessity of his decision while leaving space for her to voice her frustrations. Rinaldo’s calm yet empathetic stance reinforced his role not as a domineering figure but as a partner willing to consider her perspective. This openness strengthened their bond, signaling his respect for Alix as both his future wife and an individual deserving of care and understanding.

As they walked toward the breakfast table, Rinaldo matched his pace with hers, the warmth of her hand still lingering on his. He glanced at her sidelong, his voice low and measured. “Alix…” he began, his tone carrying both regret and conviction, “…what you endured this morning was a violation of the dignity you deserve. It was a barbaric custom, one I loathe, but one I could not shield you from… this time. But know this: you will never have to endure anything like that again. And I do verily apologize.”

He stopped briefly, turning to face her, his expression a rare mixture of vulnerability and determination. “You have every right to your anger. I will not dismiss it, nor will I expect it to pass quickly. But I hope you will see in time that I am not your adversary in this. I am your partner, your ally.”

As her wary smile warned him not to press too far, Rinaldo softened his tone. “You are stronger than many would expect, Alix, but you are not alone in this. Whatever frustrations you feel, whatever questions linger, speak them to me. I may not have all the answers, but I will always give you my truth.”

When she chuckled softly at his attempt to lighten the mood, Rinaldo allowed himself the faintest smile, a rare warmth breaking through his usually controlled demeanor. As they neared the breakfast table and she spoke kindly of Bianca, his expression softened further, his gaze steady on hers. “You honor me with your words, mia cara. If I know your mind, it is only because I listen when you choose to share it. And when you wish for us to be near each other, it is a wish I share wholeheartedly.”

He stepped forward, pulling out her chair with a deliberate gentleness that mirrored his intention to make her feel respected and cared for. As she sat, he took his place beside her, the closeness intentional but not overwhelming. Before the meal began, he placed his hand lightly over hers on the table, his touch reassuring but not intrusive. “This morning was not one I would wish upon you, Alix, but it is behind us now. Let us focus on what lies ahead… together.”

Rinaldo’s words carried the weight of his sincerity, his actions reflecting his understanding of the delicate balance between her need for space and his desire to offer her the unwavering support she deserved. Over breakfast, he would engage her in lighter conversation, respecting her pace and giving her the opportunity to express herself when she felt ready. Through his calm presence and gentle gestures, he would aim to soothe the lingering tension, reminding her that in him, she had not just a fiancé but a partner willing to share in her burdens and walk beside her in every trial to come.

Their first breakfast…

The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the piano nobile dining room, casting golden hues across the carefully laid breakfast table. Rinaldo and Alix sat opposite each other, their plates arranged with a variety of Venetian morning offerings: fresh bread, honey, olives, cheeses, dried figs, and slices of salted fish. A silver carafe of steaming coffee sat between them, its aroma mingling with the faint scent of lavender lingering from Alix’s earlier bath.

Rinaldo, ever perceptive, watched Alix carefully as she buttered a piece of bread. He noted the slight tension in her movements, the way her shoulders still held the weight of the morning’s ordeal. Deciding to ease her into conversation, he spoke in a calm, measured tone, designed to bring her back to the present.

“Alix, how do you find Venetian coffee?” he asked with a faint smile, nodding toward the cup she had barely touched. “I confess, it is an acquired taste, but I am curious if it meets with your approval.”

Rinaldo would listen to her about the coffee, and when she spoke of her home, he leaned forward slightly, his curiosity piqued. “Tell me more about your home, Alix. I know its name and reputation, but I would hear what it meant to you. What do you miss most about it? Tell me more of your brother, Lorenzo… I know you asked me to look into his incident, and so you know my Lion’s Mouths are looking into it… discreetly of course.”

Over breakfast, Rinaldo and Alix’s conversation would shift between meaningful reflections on their pasts, cautious but hopeful discussions of their future, and moments of lighthearted teasing that allowed them to grow more comfortable in each other’s presence. Through it all, Rinaldo’s steady guidance and any of Alix’s willingness to open up would continue to strengthen their budding partnership, setting the stage for the challenges and triumphs to come.

Post Examination

She heard his words and their sincerity, yet still, a soft puff of frustration escaped her now bruised lower lip. “Do not think I dislike my own sex, nothing could be further from the truth, but if I were a man and my honour was questioned, I would have the right to defend myself in a duel if needed; instead, I am forced to submit to this examination by a man whose words have more weight than your own as my future husband.” She looked at him, her blue eyes a flame with a challenge for him to even try to deny the irony and hypocrisy of the situation.

Her gaze softened at his next words as they paused in their walking. She raised a hand to caress his bearded cheek gently. “I know, and I do not doubt the sincerity of your words, my dearest Rin, but will this need to protect justify putting our daughters through this if and when their time comes? I warn you now that you will find me as a mother bear then.” There was humour and a clear warning in her voice not to be taken lightly.

As he stopped once more and apologized to her, she gave him a brave smile. “Thank you, and when the time comes for me to give birth to our children, I wish for a midwife to attend me. There are respected women who have the authority of the Catholic Church in France to practice.” She did not bother to conceal her disdain for him. “Your Doctor Berengario may attend if he must, but he is not to touch me ever again unless complications dictate that there is no other choice.”

After he helped her sit comfortably and sat beside her, holding her hand, she gently tugged his hand intertwined with her fingers to kiss the base of his palm. She was free in her affections towards him and did not wish for him to think her anger was directed at him when it was not. “My anger is the only protection and armour I have at this moment, for I do not wish to cry and feel shame. It will pass, but know that it is not directed at you, Rin.”

Their First Breakfast

Alix enjoyed watching the morning rays pour through the tall windows, their diffused lights casting golden hues across the breakfast table of the piano nobile dining room. As she had requested, she sat across from Rinaldo, still within arm’s reach of him.

The examination she underwent had not diminished her normally healthy appetite. She ate everything with equal pleasure. Though coffee was something new to her, she didn’t dislike it. She was used to drinking tea sweetened with honey and was also wary of the hint of alcohol she detected in the coffee. However, she had already lapped up the whipped cream like a greedy kitten.

“I drank tea sweetened with honey at de Bruc Manor. I like the coffee, but I am not used to it. There is liquor in the coffee, is there not?” She asked. “Again, it pleases me, but I need to…” She stopped, frustrated momentarily, as she looked for a word that did not make sense translated into Italian but any native French speaker would understand. “Domare (tame) for 'apprivoiser' does not seem to make sense. Acquired over time seems to be the best fit over time.” With that, she took another delicate sip of the coffee, savouring the sweetness of chocolate and vanilla that balanced the rich roast.

“The beauty of the changing seasons and the closeness of the people there. Perhaps because Merlais-sur-Mer and de Bruc Manor are at least a day’s ride by horse or carriage, we rely much on each other for protection and day-to-day life. Our household is like a family, perhaps not so different from yours now that I have become acquainted with them. Les Fêtes de Mai (May Day) was my favourite celebration. There was always a huge bonfire in the village square with singing, music and dancing. I was chosen once as May Queen, and Louis was my companion, but we exchanged nothing but a chaste kiss on the cheek.”

When Rinaldo brought up Lorenzo’s name, her face became troubled. “I wished I had known earlier that he had died and not on the eve of my forced departure. He was more than just a brother to me, in some ways he played more the role of a friend and a father at times. He taught me to fence when he caught me playing with stick swords I had made when I was twelve. He thought to humour me at first, but he saw I had a talent for it and was a quick learner.”

She paused a moment in thought, trying to think back. Keeping track of the days since her near-constant confinement on the Al-Jarif had been difficult. “The last letter I received from him in late September hinted at nothing wrong in his own life or nothing he shared with me. He only said that our father still wished for me to come to Venezia and that our father had not given up on the idea of an arranged marriage from among the Venezia nobility, which Lorenzo did not approve of. Lorenzo and my mother were allied in this, among other things. I think my mother was more willing to do business with the Tradoncios through Lorenzo and less and less directly with my father in recent years. Thank you for looking into the matter, Rin.” She told him, her voice filled with gratitude.

She tilted her head a moment before she decided to broach the subject with him. He knew that she was the last remaining direct heir to the Tradonicos and the de Bruc, but what of his own position within his family? “You spoke to me of your parents last night but not of other family members. Do you have siblings?”

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Shortly After, Baroness Tradonico tries to Intercede... or interfere

It would not be long after that that a gondola sent by Baroness Elena bearing the Tradonico emblem would try to get permission to disembark an Italian tutor, a dance instructor, and a Venetian Etiquette instructor who based himself on Il Galateo: The Rules of Polite Behaviour by Florentine Giovanni della Cassa onto the pier of Ca’Barberini II for the proper education of Lady Alix Tradonica into Venetian society.