Akin to of the sun’s rays concealing darkness of a new day, the plague is spreading, slowly and painfully. Doors locked, windows shut, streets unfilled— It was depressing for Roma’s color had turned listless.
“Do this for me mio sobrino.”
Micheletto shook his head as…
Perotto stood calmly by the door, trying to keep the nervous energy that filled the room from affecting him, but the worry was there. He watched Lucrezia pace, feeling that it was not at all helping, but not having the heart to stop her— if he thought it would help, he too would be pacing. He sighed, and after a few more minutes of watching her, approached her and gently wrapped his arms around her. His hands rubbed soothingly up and down her arms, and he sighed, for the moment just standing there with her in his embrace.
Anticipating footsteps disturbed the quite halls as Micheletto pace quickened. He need not to waste time as he directly headed to the chambers of the holy daughter. Hopefully Perotto would be found there as well. Then again, the two are soon-to-be wed and a time such as this, they would mostly be together.
“Señorita Lucrezia?” He said, bringing his hand up to knock. “A word if you please, it is quite urgent. Is señor Perotto there with you?”
For a moment she felt relaxed until her body jerked when the sudden rapping at the door caught her ear. The holy daughter gave a faint sigh followed only by the sound of her echoing footsteps as she wordlessly pulled the door open to reveal the form of her cousin.
“Micheletto…” She offered a tired smile but a smile still. “Yes, yes. Perotto is here. Come in.” Side stepping to give room, Lucrezia silently shut the chamber doors behind her cousin, sweeping back across the room to stand besides Perotto, both her and her betrothed facing Micheletto. “And to what do I owe this visit?”
