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She had a reputation for stoicism, and it was rare that anybody saw the smiles that graced the face of Lucia Della Rovere in her most private of moments, but if there was anybody who knew the whole of her, the parts of her soul she kept under careful lock and key, it was Piero. Their path to this point had not been an easy one, but through time and work, they had arrived here. They were stronger together, a true force to be reckoned with, and if there was a God in heaven, something Lucia had long since doubted, they were surely in his favour, for He had provided for them so beautifully. It was this thought which kept her smile, usually so hidden from the world, firmly on her face for all to see.
“I am glad to see you have managed to keep your head on your shoulders, my love. I understand there is a wife going to bed tonight who is not so lucky,” she gloated. The irony that the widow in question had threatened their own son’s head was not lost on her, and only contributed to her current state of glee. But there was bigger things to think of, things which concerned them far more directly. “I have heard, also, of what Orsini has to say for himself. It has been an enlightening few days.”
