Cesare Borgia (il_valentino) wrote in voicesinmyhead, @ 2008-05-28 11:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | cesare borgia, prompt #41 |
Prompt #41: Tell about one of the happiest moments in your life.
You will appreciate that, speaking of a time in which few things were private and even the most intimate dealings were considered a matter of public record, I shall refrain from discoursing on such things at length. Suffice it to mention one, then. One happy moment, for your edification and entertainment, since we are among friends, yes?
Well. Being rid of Juan, and all that the mournful loss of my beloved brother entailed. Burying Juan allowed me to shed the Purple - the one thing that had kept me from my rightful position as the Church's gonfaloniere. So it was a most gladsome moment when father bestowed upon me the insignia, finally, finally, sending me along with his blessings, and I accepted with my heart singing and my eyes piously cast down.
I was free then. He'd set me free. He would come to see that, just like everybody else: that in making me the Pope's standard bearer he had given me something which, to this day, I deem better than all of his gold and silver keys, all his power to bind and loosen.
Father's power was symbolic. Mine was to become real.
And if there was something lacking, a tiny thing that wasn't the Pope's to grant, why, then so be it. What could it have been, anyway, that weighed more than a kingdom?
A tiny thing. The devil dwells in details, of course. He dwells in the very image of me falling asleep with my head propped against Miquel's shoulder, Miquel's fingers twirling my hair. Perpaps I was happiest then, for a fleeting moment somewhere under a tree in Campagna, late in Spring. The year could have been 1497. I forget.
It doesn't matter anymore.