Some time ago, I can barely remember now, I spoke with our brother of family duty. I asked if the Borgia name held more value, or the happiness of the family members themselves. At the time both he and I came to the agreement that since our legacy was secured and our name would not die, we could live as we wished and forge our own destinies.
...I wonder at how I've changed so much in so little time. I wonder if the papacy of our father was worth it all. Both of us were born and guided by his hand to suit the path he cut for us, but... but what if his plans had not come to pass? I can not imagine myself in any other role than a soldier, and there would have been no armies for you to have conspire to lead, but what is the greater price our family has paid? On the days our father sat in conclave, our family stood at a crossroads that few of us truly saw.
On one trail we could have let matters lie, and we would have to live in a world where all our plans had been thrown into chaos. Our father would be devastated, perhaps even wrathful, but I do not doubt that he would begin more plans anew, and see what could be salvaged and saved. On the other was the path we chose, the well-trod route that we had practiced for in all our years. But we did not know how it would tax us, and we were blind and dumb to the extent of the change it would bring... or perhaps simply I was. I remember our mothers' concern.
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Some time ago, I can barely remember now, I spoke with our brother of family duty. I asked if the Borgia name held more value, or the happiness of the family members themselves. At the time both he and I came to the agreement that since our legacy was secured and our name would not die, we could live as we wished and forge our own destinies.
...I wonder at how I've changed so much in so little time. I wonder if the papacy of our father was worth it all. Both of us were born and guided by his hand to suit the path he cut for us, but... but what if his plans had not come to pass? I can not imagine myself in any other role than a soldier, and there would have been no armies for you to have conspire to lead, but what is the greater price our family has paid? On the days our father sat in conclave, our family stood at a crossroads that few of us truly saw.
On one trail we could have let matters lie, and we would have to live in a world where all our plans had been thrown into chaos. Our father would be devastated, perhaps even wrathful, but I do not doubt that he would begin more plans anew, and see what could be salvaged and saved. On the other was the path we chose, the well-trod route that we had practiced for in all our years. But we did not know how it would tax us, and we were blind and dumb to the extent of the change it would bring... or perhaps simply I was. I remember our mothers' concern.
[A bit of a derisive laugh]
Perhaps we should have heeded it.