[It had been the most unpleasant journey of Cesare's life, counting both the journey to surrender himself willingly to the Colonna's non-existant mercy and the journey to Sicily as the French king's hostage. He frowned in displeasure. He spent far more time as a hostage that he could have cared for, yet neither of these dreadful journeys could compare to the journey he had just had in the giant metal carriage.
He had obviously been kidnapped, he surmised as he wandered around the train station, cardinal's robes flapping around him. He was trying to make sense of the odd place and discern its function, yet he was no closer to an answer as he had been the moment he finally escaped the metal contraption. This was the strangest kidnapping he had ever heard of, a pointless tomfoolery of the likes he would have normally only thought Juan capable of.]
Cesare Borgia/Borgia
He had obviously been kidnapped, he surmised as he wandered around the train station, cardinal's robes flapping around him. He was trying to make sense of the odd place and discern its function, yet he was no closer to an answer as he had been the moment he finally escaped the metal contraption. This was the strangest kidnapping he had ever heard of, a pointless tomfoolery of the likes he would have normally only thought Juan capable of.]