Lucrezia Borgia II Young Love & Old Money

What weapons do I have with which to protect myself? Your beauty, your wit, your intelligence. You should cultivate them. You will be married someday. My dear sister, the Pope does not ask you to love your future husband, merely to marry him. You may need them, sooner than you think. Please. I will not be beaten, Jem. You are the Pope's daughter. You are the most beautiful treasure this Vatican contains. Heresy. Scandal. Humiliation. You are married for all of us. For family. Any blood. God. Virgin. You must be unique in your family. My husband proves ungallant. I shall cut his heart out with a dinner knife. We need hardly see each other. Except when marital duty is called. And your name is? Al. And you knew this couldn't last forever, didn't you? Why not? Again, where is your imagination? Have you not read your Boccaccio? Your Petrarch. You know I can't read. Are you sure that is wise, my lord? God is healing, so you may confirm tonight. Tonight? I would rather have my innocence back than be as I was before I married that vile man. Like you took care of Paolo. A stable boy. For the good of the family. It's all my fault. Exactly so. Everything I do is for the family. If you promise me that you will leave Rome. Is Rome so deadly? For innocents like you. A great sin. My heaven. Cesare, he suffered for me in absolute silence. He would have died for me. I would gladly die for you both. Enough. You must cry for me, for I have no more tears.