[Well, this young cardinal was feeling quite out of his depth.

Last thing he knew before he had woken in the metal carriage had been hiding away in a little niche of the Vatican after he had stabbed his sister's lover right in front of the Pope, after Lucrezia... He hadn't been sorry. He still wasn't sorry. He couldn't even bring himself to feel upset, beyond a vague sense of regret that he shouldn't have sullied a priceless relic by stabbing the traitor with it. Granted, it might be the shock being kidnapped in a mysterious carriage to an unknown and just as mysterius place. He always felt guilty once his mind cleared.

Cesare shook himself out of his thoughts, frowning slightly at the man he presumed to be one of his kidnappers.]

I certainly don't remember going anywhere. Should I have been getting lost?

[His smile gained a sharp edge.] I hope I didn't die in my sleep. I would be hideously disappointed if this turned out to be hell.