[ he does not know what to make of this. the waking filled cesare borgia with anger and frustration, with the desire to find whoever is responsible for this obvious kidnapping and make them pay dearly for it. were his mood any lighter he would give them credit for such a bold move, kidnapping the son of the holy father, but his mood is as dark as his clothes and he feels nothing of the sort.
he stalks the halls, searching on a thin hope the shadows bare his assassin and not nothing but air. ]
cesare borgia ✝ the borgias
he stalks the halls, searching on a thin hope the shadows bare his assassin and not nothing but air. ]