Feb 19, 2020
@louisoffrance
“Oh, come now. Would I fabricate titles? Do I not look to you noble?” Francesco asked, outraged and frustrated and exhausted after sleeping for a night at a bed that was below his standards, after spraining his ankle, after walking twice to and back the piazza and the castle gates. “Call for the Grand Duke of Tuscany. Or the Cardinal of Tuscany. They are my brothers. Look, no — you cannot simply — and the Infanta, do you not recognize her?” Still, the guards did not budge. Francesco was frustrated — and a frustrated glance at the gates brought a glimpse of hope.
