( adelaide kane, she ) have you heard isabella de bardi has arrived in florence? the twenty four-year-old ward of house medici is known for being both self-resilient and impatient, but would not want anyone to know she planned her husband’s demise.
The only surviving child of Giuliana and Cosimo de Bardi was placed into the wardship of the Medici family, after illness swept through the family residence and took many lives as payment for the vast riches which they possessed. As heiress to a large fortune, the control of Isabella was well sought after. Naturally, no one ever bothered to ask how she felt on the matter. All little Isa knew was that for the first three years of her life she had been made to feel like a princess, and then suddenly she was in a carriage being carted away from her home, surrounded by strangers.
It could have been worse, but it wasn’t Utopia. Cosimo de Bardi had whispered to her every night that she was his golden jewel, and that no one would ever be as precious as her. But in the company of the Medici’s, there was no one to whisper to her how special she was. The result was pure resentment, she loathed her captors and longed to be free.
Isabella had always been intelligent, but she had an aptitude for dance and languages. It did not matter what challenge was place before her, she would crack the task sooner than anyone ever expected her to. Despite her charming nature, Isabella did not make friends frequently or urgently. She had always been a solitary creature, guarded to the world around her. All the childhood magic in her eyes had evaporated with the death of her parents.
Many proposals were sent her way, but it was the will of the Medici’s to choose who would be the bearer of her shackles. Isabella knew that she was trading one captive life for another. Lorenzo Bueri was an oafish man, round bellied and red cheeked, with a cruel temper and a preference for debauchery. She was to be his pretty little wife, young and sweet, with a fortune at her disposal. She loathed him.
When his grip on her arm was too fierce, or he pulled himself away from one of his many whores to visit her bed chambers, Isabella silently cursed him. Stupid rutting pig! Even his laugh made her skin crawl, she was disgusted by him. Her lodgings with the Medici family did not see so vile, not compared to the marital home. One thing that greatly amused her was that despite his many lovers, he had never once sired a child, not even a bastard. He was not a man of virility.
Without the burden of a child in his deplorable image, Isabella felt like there was still an opportunity for her to be free. She wanted to see him dead, so that he could no longer be a scourge upon the earth. There had always been a few individuals loyal to her, which came from the love they held for her parents. It did not take too much convincing for one to brandish a knife. She provided the details to the local brothel which he frequented, and her loyal friend cut open him like a skewered boar.
Falsified shock stretched over her doe-eyes, when a messenger came with news of her husband’s death. It was only when the messenger had left that she had run to her chambers, locking them so the maids could not hear her laugh into her pillows. She was free!
No one told Isabella that a young widower without an heir had no more freedom than a young maiden, and soon she was taken back into the care of the Medici’s. The ruling of the Bueri house went into the younger brother’s name, and once again her life was not her own. Funnily enough, it appeared as though she gained more attentions that she had as a prospective bride.
The part of her soul which longed to run away fell victim to desire. In her marital home, the Bueri’s had many visitors, so the man was not a stranger to her. But he never had been. When she grew up in the Medici home, he was there and from the moment she knew what desire was, Isabella had longed for him. But misfortune parted their paths..for a while. She used to imagine him when her husband visited her. The restraint which she held before, no longer existed when she returned to Palazzo Medici and for the first time in her life, no one was telling her what to do. So she did what she wanted to.














