Of Spices and SorrowsOf Spices and Sorrows by ~AnnalynneMarie
"A toast, my family and friends, to glory." Cesare's proclamation rang out over the dining hall. His companions all held their goblets high overhead waiting to cheer his declaration.
"To the glory of victory to come both foreign and domestic. To the pride in our souls, and the desire in our hearts," A pair of familiar hazel eyes caught his gaze from across the table. Vittoria Colonna had proven herself the talented ally, diplomat, and to Cesare's dismay and charm, the most irresistible challenge. She returned his gaze with an understanding smirk; his reference was obviously intended for her benefit. Although, there were some who found their silent banter less than amusing. Vittoria had too much sway in the Captain General's thinking. Every moment he spent in her presence, she became less of an asset, and more of a threat.
"May the father of understanding guide us." Chants of agreement sounded throughout the group as they drank to the prophesy. This was an age of men; of accomplishment