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As I sat watching my newborn son in Lorenzo's arms, I got a feeling of protection, as if he was in danger. But that's crazy. We're well within the heavily guarded fortress of The Medici. I looked at my husband who had now become a great friend to me. I knew there we're assassination plots against him, even if he wants me in the dark. And it was almost Easter. The church was to busy for preparations to have assassins out and about. I must be paranoid.
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I remember the day we got married. Which is good considering if I didn't, I would have problems. We said our vows under the dome in the Cathedral in Florence. I always had an eye for power, to which my Dad used full advantage. I felt uncomfortable around Lorenzo, knowing what he would become. My Dad naturally married me off to him as soon as possible.
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As I walk into the Cathedral, on Easter, I get that sense of danger again. I hold my son closer, and shush my other children. We sit down in the front pew as always, and listen to the endless sermon. When it is finally over, and I feel as though I will fall from boredom, Giuliano nudges me discreetly. I snap out of the daze and accept my communion. Lorenzo and Giuliano get up next tho me and in a flash, the Pope himself has whipped out a knife from his belt. Before I can utter a scream, Giuliano is on the ground being stabbed. The hot blood splatters and I taste the crudeness on my tongue.I don't realize I'm screaming until I stop, and unhinge myself from Lorenzo. And I thought I was being paranoid.
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Looking back I realize how lucky Lorenzo was. He barely escaped with his life, and felt mercy for those he had to inflict injury on. Surly seeing your beloved one hanging from the window of The Medici palace is frightening, but its a better, quicker death than seeing your brother stabbed 19 times. I have barely avoided death. Again.
