>>46456865
>11th of August, 1095

As you roll over in your bed, you find yourself missing Francesca’s presence. Even though it’d only been half a day, having her around eased your mind a lot more. You sighed, sitting up in your bed. You’ve woken up numerous times in the middle of the night. Each and every time, the same nightmare caused it. Otto’s last sounds, and the sight of his lifeblood streaming out of his mutilated throat. You shivered, trying to shake the thoughts away.

As you got up and got dressed, you heard the door closing. Edward left for the church. You guess that it must be around nine o’clock now. Slowly and quietly, you move over to the living room, grabbing whatever food you could find before sitting down at the table. You tried to eat. You really did. But you just didn’t have any appetite. Something was wrong, and knowing that upset you quite a bit.

You just decided to get on with your day. There wasn’t much to be done, as William and Michèl wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, or if the winds were unfavourable, the day after. You had to ask Francesca’s father if he’d let you marry her, too.

>Go to the shop.
>Go to the Boboni estate.
>Go to the docks.
>Find a physician.

>>46456871
>>Go to the shop.

>>46456871
And don't forget to grab some nice wine

>>46456871
>Go to the shop.

>>46457032
>Go to the shop.

You look down at your black & gold jerkin, figuring it’d do for the rest of the day. You begin the walk to your shop. For some reason, it took you half an hour, instead of your usual fifteen minutes. You felt miserable, a bit light headed. Could it have been something you ate, or was it just your conscience telling you that you did wrong?

You open the door, Desiderius taking care of some customers. You strolled over to your comfortable chair, plopping down in it and leaning your head back. You reached for the more expensive wine, pouring a large amount of it into your mug. You took a few generous swigs, before fully leaning back in the chair. After some time, Desiderius sat down in the chair to your right. “You look terrible, Domenico. Did something happen?”

You shrug your shoulders lazily. “I’m just.. not feeling too well. Nothing to worry about. It’ll pass, I suppose.” You close your eyes again. Desiderius shot you a concerned look, but you obviously missed it. After some time, you open your eyes again. Everyone was seated at the table; William, Michèl, Desiderius and Francesca. You were hallucinating, something was wrong.

>Throw up.
>Throw up.

>>46457239
>>Throw up.
Damn our mortality

>>46457239
Throw down.
We may be pregnant.

>>46457320
That's it.

>>46457379
>Throw up.

You open your eyes, hands clutching the armrest of your chair. You lurch forwards, your mouth opening instinctively as a foul-tasting stream of bile left it at high speeds. You stare at it in horror, much like Desiderius. Moments later, you black out.

You wake up with a loud groan. Your head hurt, and it felt like your throat was on fire. You looked around, everything spinning. You didn’t recognize the room at all. Did Desiderius and some of the guards take you to a physician, or even Father Federico? You suddenly felt a soft, warm hand clutching yours. A split second later, the owner of that hand entered your vision, a worried look on her face. “Can you hear me, Domi?” You give a weak nod.

Moments later, a middle-aged man opened the door. He looked incredibly plain, and held a large cup. Inside it was a weird-looking green mixture. He offered it to you, speaking in a soft voice. “It’ll help you get everything out of your system. Drink it slowly.” As trying to drink it would be nigh impossible in your current state, you were helped out by a worried Francesca. The brew tasted bitter, confirming your suspicion that it was a mixture of herbs.

You closed your eyes for some rest again, waking up approximately an hour later. You didn’t feel any better.

>Reassure Francesca that you’re fine.
>Ask what happened.
>Ask where Desiderius is.

>>46457513
>>Reassure Francesca that you’re fine
Don't worry I'm just saaaad

>>46457513
>Reassure Francesca that you're fine.

>>46457716
>Reassure Francesca that you’re fine.

Your vision was still quite blurry, but it was better than before. You slowly look around again, spotting a worried Francesca looking out the window. The fact that you had to cough only helped grab her attention, as you weren’t really sure how to begin the conversation right now. She looked over her shoulder, getting up and sitting next to you once she noticed you were awake.

“I… I don’t know what happened, Franny, but I’m fine now.” You couldn’t suppress another weak cough. “Really.” That made her smile, as she carefully took your hand again. “Desiderius told me about what happened. He had two guards carry you here.” It sounded like she was underwater, her voice sounding quite distant. “I came as soon as he told me. He had to go back to the shop.”

You give an understanding nod, before looking around again. “Where am I?” You suddenly noticed that you sounded muffled, even to yourself. “The physician’s clinic. I.. forgot his name, but you’ve been here for the past four hours.” She paused, looking somewhat conflicted. “He said that… there’s a chance you could pass. And he wanted to know who your heir was.”

>Desiderius.
>Edward.
>William.

>>46457796
>Edward
For now, at least. We should also consider the possibility that Francesca might be pregnant.

>>46457796
>Write in: I am in o hurry to pass, and will name a heir when he is born.

>>46457955
no*

>>46457955
>>46457941
>Edward

You let out a weak sigh, closing your eyes again. You felt Francesca’s grip on your hand tighten a little, probably trying to keep you from falling asleep. After some time, you finally decide to speak. “I’m in no hurry to die. I promised that we’ll name our firstborn the heir, but we have to make Edward my heir.” You pause, noticing the disappointment on her face. “Temporarily.”

She nodded, giving a content smile. She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “Desiderius also left you something. Do you think you can read it now?” You nodded, holding out your free hand. A paper was pushed into it, with three lines on the paper. You squinted, trying to read it. As always, you decided to read it out loud. “New ship, 1000 ducats, good state. Mansion, 1000 ducats, needs a lot of work. Warehouse, 1100 ducats, needs work.”

You pause, shooting Francesca a confused look. She eyed the paper briefly, before speaking. “You’ve got enough ducats to buy one of those.” She moved to sit on the small bed with you, tossing the pillow away. You nearly fell backwards, but she quickly scooted backwards. Your head now comfortably rested against her stomach. “I think he wanted you to choose one, today. As a surprise.”

>Buy another warehouse.
>Buy a new family estate.
>Buy another ship.

>>46458110
>Buy a new family estate.
We've been looking for this for a while. Good place to start a family, too.

>>46458110
>>Buy another ship.
It will help a bit more than the others to bring more money in.

>>46458110
>Buy another warehouse.
warehouse is gonna be a bottleneck for our business soon. We do not need a family estate untill she shows signs of pregnancy and even if she is, that's roughly 9 months away. We have 2 ships unused, lacking crews or captains.

well, fudge. We at a three way split.

>>46458206
Forgot that.

>>46458200
Switching to warehouse.

>>46458195
Backing. We need a new place to live. We currently don't even have any need for a new warehouse.

>>46458110
>>Buy another warehouse.

>>46458258
Alrig...... goddamit>>46458295

>>46458110
>Buy a new family estate.

We're currently tied 3 -3 for new house / warehouse. Keep in mind that we'll be making plenty of money soon, so we'll eventually have both.

Tiebreaker in 10 minutes.

>>46458295
Yeah, and we have no absolute need for a new house that needs a ton of work.
While the warehouse will need work it is an asset producing money. We could rent it out as a storage for others if we have no need for it atm. A house we need to invest in and doesn't produce anything. We should wait till we have more money. We will needs guards for both the warehouse or the mansion anyway. So that's even more money we will have less to do repairs.
Warehouse>house right now. Once we have the money coming in a mansion should be a priority.

>>46458464
Yeah that too (my post here>>46458206
), and I also figured, we would want to look into our old house we grew up in, maybe we could buy it back and improve or upgrade it...

Considering most people want the warehouse, we'll go with that.

Writing now!

>>46458520
I agree.
We should try and see if we can buy our old family estate. Next time we have an excess amount of money.

>Buy another warehouse

“Well, which one will you choose?” You suddenly snap out of your daydream, wondering what you could do with all three. “We’re going to need that warehouse. Even if we have no use for it now, we can still rent it out to another family. Make it so that we also own whatever’s inside of it when we take it back.” You scratch your chin, feeling the thick stubble again. “Smart.” Francesca replied.

Moments later, the peace and quiet was interrupted by Desiderius, who opened the heavy door somewhat clumsily. He raised an eyebrow upon seeing the two of you on the bed. “Already feeling better, huh? “ You couldn’t help but chuckle a little, which quickly evolved into more coughs. “I’ve got… absolutely no idea what caused all of this.”

Desiderius took a few steps towards you, holding out a sealed scroll for you. “This was left at the shop’s door, when I came back. I think it might be related.” You frowned, taking the scroll and inspecting the seal. Matteo Orsani’s sigil.

>Open it.
>Save it for later.

>>46458704
>>Open it.

>>46458704
>Open it.
He knows! Shut. It. All. Down! BURN EVERYTHING!

>>46458704
>Open it.

>>46458820
>Open it.

You had trouble opening the seal, still feeling quite weak. Francesca took the liberty of taking the scroll from your hands, and breaking the seal herself. She quickly handed the scroll back. You began to read it out loud.

“Theft has been repaid with more severe consequences.”

You check the other side of the paper, making sure there was nothing on the back. Then it hit you: Poison. You felt uneasy, looking down at yourself. The burning in your throat had ceased somewhat, but the headache persisted. Had Orsani really poisoned you? You sigh, rubbing your face weakly. Francesca leaned back a little, one arm still wrapped around you. “Can’t we take this to the Doge?” Desiderius suddenly asks.

“On what grounds? We stole from Orsani. He could’ve gone to the Doge, and gotten us both in trouble.” You close your eyes, one hand moving up to rub your temple. “The bastard poisoned me.” Silence followed, until Francesca spoke up. Determined and vengeful. “Then we poison him as well.”

>Agree.
>Reject the idea.

>>46458704
>>Open it.

>>46458929
>>Reject the idea.
We are already going to ruin his family. No need to stoop to his level.

>>46459054
Seconded.

>>46459054
Sure

>>46458929
>Agree.

>>46459054
If we do nothing but continue to try and ruin him that gives him more opportunity to try and cause us harm, we messed with him once and he tried to kill us, we intend to take him and his family down, he will likely target our friends and family and those who support us as well. We have a future wife and a possible child on the way. Since we are targeting him family business he will likely target our father in laws too.

I understand that we do not want to go into a downward spiral tat makes us as bad as he is, but this was inevitable since we drew first blood and comprised by taking the least awful option over piracy.

>>46459228
I forgot to add, that would be more anonymous to who the perpetrators were, assuming we killed all on board or hired others to steal or pirate for us.

Thinking now, we would have ample use for Otto, he would be able to get his weapons while hurting our competitors by raiding or pirating for us against Orsani. Hindsight huh?

>>46459202
>Reject the idea.

As much as you loved Francesca, you discovered that she had the tendency to be ruthless, especially when it came to vengeance. You hoped that’d change over time. You sighed, shaking your head. “No. That’d be too risky. We don’t kn—“ You suddenly had another coughing fit, which brought on the massive headache again. You just went quiet, hoping that they got your point. Desiderius has a pretty worried look on his face, as he took a seat on a nearby chair. “Have you at least decided on what we’re going to buy next?”

You look up at Francesca, realizing that you were looking directly at her chest. She was lying back quite a bit as well. She glanced down after you didn’t answer Desiderius, looking puzzled. You motioned with your head towards the paper, pointing at the warehouse. You figured that staying quiet would minimize the risk of a coughing fit, which would inevitably bring on the sharp headache. She looked back up at Desiderius. “The warehouse. He was talking about renting it out to a business, or another family. It’d be a steady source of income.”

You give a nod, before closing your eyes again, just briefly. That’s when you realized that you might have to stay at the clinic all night, just to be sure that your situation didn’t worsen. “Desi, can Edward stay with you tonight? You can take him to the shop with you tomorrow.” You anticipated another cough, but you were lucky. Desiderius shrugged. “I suppose. He’s at the church, no?” You nodded. Then it struck you. It was a Sunday, and the only two people you knew at church – aside from Father Federico – were sitting here, with you.

>Tell them both to go to church.
>Tell Desiderius to go to church.
>Tell Francesca to go to church.

>>46458929
>>Agree
Poison him around the time we steal his next shipment. And clean him out.
Ruining his family name and taking him out in the process. Both personally and a large cut into his business.
We need to check what we eat and hire guards.

>>46459312
>>Tell Desiderius to go to church.

>>46459312
>>Tell Francesca to go to church.

We should really should be ruthless. I am all for torturing and killing him, knowing the details of his contracts taking them all. And promising not to harm his family.
We can't have an enemy looking to get back at us or our family years down the line. Plotting against us, that may have been what led to the ruin of our family. Our meteoric raise stepped on some toes.

>>46459312
>Tell Francesca to go to church.
Desiderius is the "nice" one. Ask her to pray for us I suppose.

>>46459552
>Tell Francesca to go to church.

You slowly began to sit up. And that’s when you felt your stomach cramp, your throat suddenly feeling like it’s on fire. You lurch forwards and throw up again, your vision clouded with black blots. You managed to throw up next to the bed, thankfully. The doctor, or one of his assistants, would have to clean that up later. You feel Francesca’s hand on your back comfortingly, a worried look on her face once more. You slowly begin to speak. “I think you should… go to church today, Franny.” Desiderius suddenly rose from the chair. “One of the guards can accompany her.”

You give a nod, noticing that Francesca had opened her mouth to protest, but she just lowered her head in response. “You’re right. Life must go on.” She gave you a light hug from behind, not really one to show affection in front of other people. “I’ll be back with something to eat, later.” After you nod, she quietly gets up and leaves the room.

Desiderius turns to you, sitting back down in his chair. He folded his arms across his chest, speaking after you’d relaxed on the bed again. “You two really fell for each other, didn’t you?” You could hear some amusement in his voice.

>I’m still not sure.
>I can’t wait to marry her.

>>46459851
>>I can’t wait to marry her.
Jealous much Desi?

>>46459851
>Yes, I have.

>>46459851
>I can't wait to marry her.
Also add in a jealousy line, like Sleepy suggested.

>>46459851
>>I can’t wait to marry her.

>>46460240
>I can’t wait to marry her.

You grin, closing your eyes again. “I really have, haven’t I? I honestly can’t wait to make her my wife. If her ---“ Another coughing fit. This time, the headache that followed didn’t feel that bad. Probably because you were lying down. “If she’ll take care of our children like she takes care of me, then I’m sure she’ll be a good mother.” You hadn’t even thought about her being pregnant. You made a mental note to ask her later.

And then you realized that pregnancy before marriage would lead to a LOT of complications. If her parents found out, if the church found out.. The two of you could forget an easy life of any kind. “Jealous, Desi?” You couldn’t help but ask. He looked away, gazing out the window. Could it be possible that he wanted to be with Francesca?

Desiderius suddenly changed topic. “So, about the warehouse. Do you want me to bring you the documents?” You give a single nod. “Alright then. We’re also going to need some more guards, which will cost around the same as our current ones do. However, we’d be up to paying 32 ducats a month for all of our protection.”

>Agree to double the amount of guards.
>Hold off for now.
>Press the jealousy question.

>>46460343
>>Agree to double the amount of guards.

>>46460343
>>Agree to double the amount of guards.

>>46460343
>>Agree to double the amount of guards

>Press the jealousy question

>>46460343

>Agree to double the amount of guards.

Soo... we gonna act like there isn't poison killing us right now? Are cured or something?

>>46460825
>Agree to double the amount of guards.

You decide to let the matter of Desiderius’ possible jealousy about your relationship with Francesca slide. After all, feelings shouldn’t get in the way of business. You scratched your cheek, still a bit dizzy. It felt like the effects of the poison were working off, but you still had some ways to go. “What would our monthly expenditure be?” You slowly ask, trying to do the math in your head. Before you knew it, you had an answer. “92 ducats. That is without the added 15 of a pristine shipment from William. If he runs 3 shipments a month, and they all come out properly, we’d be down another 45 ducats. A total possible expenditure of..”

Desiderius points at you, as you immediately answer. “137 ducats. If we earn an average of 500 ducats on each weapons shipment, we’d be up to 1500 a month, without the added profits from our grain shipments, which amounts to 260 ducats. 1623 ducats a month.” You grin, sitting up a little again. No instant vomit this time. Progress! You rubbed your face. “We’d be able to expand our fleet, buy more warehouses.” It was met with a nod from Desiderius, who got up from his chair. “I’ll go get the papers ready and bring them by tomorrow. You should get some rest.”

You couldn’t argue with that. You still felt quite miserable. As soon as Desiderius left, you settled back in, closing your eyes.

>[A FEW HOURS LATER]

Your sleep was once again riddled with nightmares. The last one, however, was no nightmare in any way. The door to your room swung open, and Francesca walked in, holding a satchel. You made no move to sit up, your eyes just following her. When you tried to move, you found your body wasn’t willing to comply. You were frozen.

>Try to get her attention in some way.
>Hope she notices you instead.

>>46460871
We got through the first phase of it. Second one just started.

>>46460900
>>Hope she notices you instead.

>>46460900
>>Try to get her attention in some way.

>>46460900
>Hope she notices you instead.
Alternatively it could be Desiderius double crossing us, he was the one who "found" the note conveniently, and he can probably get to us easier than a paid thug of our rival.

>>46460900
>Hope she notices you instead.

>>46460900
>>Hope she notices you instead.

>>46461089
>Hope she notices you instead.

You tried to move, you tried to scream, you tried to get back to sleep. Nothing worked. You were desperate, panicky. What if this really was your end? You still had so much you wanted to do. You began to blink as fast as you can, hoping that your fiancé would notice you. She was still on the other side of the room, pulling a loaf of bread from the satchel and setting it down on the table. She finally moved to check on you, putting her hands in her sides as she saw you blinking. “Get up, Domi. I’ve got some food for you.”

You tried to react, but you just couldn’t. “Domi? Is something wrong?” You began to blink rapidly, hopefully she’d get the general idea. She did, because she quickly ran towards the door, opening it and shouting for the doctor. Moments later, the same plain-looking man from earlier came in, quickly looking you over. Crudely, he grabbed a knife from his belt and made a very small cut on your upper arm. The sting of the cold metal made you close your eyes as tight as you could. The doctor noticed your pain, turning to Francesca with a concerned look. “He can feel, but he cannot move?” Francesca quietly asked. “How long will this.. last?” She continued. The physician muttered something under his breath, before speaking out loud. “I don’t know for certain. Excuse me.” He’d quickly get up, leaving the room.

Francesca sat down on the side of your bed, a look of horror on her face. You felt sorry for her. If you died, then… Well, you heard that she was turned down by a lot of suitors. You might’ve been her last chance. That’s what you’d assumed anyways. After a couple of minutes, the doctor returned with a large jar of leeches. He pulled the covers off of you, starting to place them all over your chest, arms and legs. It was something you’d never experienced before, and it felt… strange. The doctor left again, most likely heading off to find some other way to treat you.

>>46461418
Francesca didn’t say a word, just quietly looking at you. The look of horror had faded, and she just looked sad now. It broke your heart. The man returned after some time, motioning for Francesca to lift you up a little. He opened your mouth and poured a bitter-tasting mixture down your throat. The next few hours would be messy, you suspected.

And indeed, they were. After Francesca was asked to stay outside for the duration of it, your entire bowels voided. You were essentially cleansed of anything that could be harmful.

>Monday, 12th of August, 1095.

After an incredibly unruly night, unable to move and unable to speak, you woke up. You found that your upper body would respond to your demands again.

>Call for the doctor.
>Call for Francesca.

>>46461434
>>Call for the doctor.
>>Call for Francesca.

>>46461434
>>Call for the doctor.
>>Call for Francesca.
You know what fuck it poison Orsani I thought it was just a simple poison to make us I'll for a few days.

>>46461434
>>Call for Francesca.

>>46461540
>Call for the doctor.
>Call for Francesca.

The first thing you did was sit up, open your mouth, and yell. “Doctor! Francesca!” You felt thirsty, which wasn’t all that strange. Your body had been purged of any and all fluids. You, quite literally, smelled like shit. Not all that flattering, especially if and when Francesca would come in. The doctor came in, quickly moving to pull most of the leeches from you. You didn’t know if it’d worked, but the little bastards had gotten quite fat. The doctor then proceeded to grab some salt, and rub it on the tiny wounds the leeches left.

You had to stop yourself from yelling. Never before had you experienced such a pain. “Can you try and stand?” The doctor casually asked. You shook your head, trying to move your legs again. The man rubbed his chin, looking you over. “I see. Do you wish for something to clean yourself with?” Until your dying day, you were convinced that that was the time you nodded as hard as you could. Twenty minutes later, you were as clean as you could get yourself.

>Drag your legs out of bed.
>Wait and see.

>>46461729
>>Drag your legs out of bed.

>>46461729
>>Wait and see.
No need to fall and hurt ourselves

>>46461729
>Drag your legs out of bed.

>>46461889
>Drag your legs out of bed.

You grabbed your right leg first, dragging it over the side of the bed. Your left soon followed. You sigh, looking down at yourself. You’re a mess. You begin to pick the leeches off, tossing them in the jar. Just as you finished, Francesca came in. “Domi!” She ran over, sitting down next to you. Her arms wrapped around your waist tightly, her face buried in your shoulder. “Can you stand?”

You shake your head, still trying to move your legs. “I don’t think I can.” You rested your elbows on your knees, your head buried in your hands. What if you could never move your legs again? What if you were bound to be carried for the rest of your life? It all became a bit too much. A week’s worth of pent up anger, sadness and confusion came out. You cried. You didn’t know for how long, but you did. Francesca tried to comfort you, but it just didn’t work.

Sometime later, it stopped. You lied back down on the bed, lifting your limp legs back onto it. Francesca moved to lie down next to you. “Are you sure you don’t want to kill Orsani, Domi?”

>Don’t kill him.
>Kill him.

>>46462053
>>Kill him.

>>46462053
>>Kill him.

>>46462053
>>Kill him.

>>46462053
>Don’t kill him.
Only because I said kill him the first time around.

>>46462145
>Kill him.

“He’ll die for this. That old epileptic bastard deserves it.” You say after a minute of thought. “As soon as William and Michèl get back, I’ll talk it over with them.” You close your eyes, suddenly remembering Otto’s face, pale and lifeless. Opening your eyes, you stare at your legs. “We shouldn’t have killed Otto.” You quietly said, making sure that the people outside couldn’t possibly hear it, even when they were pressed against the door.

She sighed, leaning her head on your shoulder. “He deserved it. He tried to ruin you. For all we know, he was working for the Orsanis. You -did the right thing- Domi.” She leaned up to give you a peck on your cheek, causing you to smile somewhat. “I’m wondering something, though. How could he have poisoned you, if you hadn’t had anything to eat since before you brought me home?”

“That’s what I’m wondering too.” You closed your eyes and thought back. All you had was cheese and wine. There wasn’t a lot else you ate that day. However, you -did- drink that expensive wine at the shop. Could that have been laced with poison? “Wine.” You quietly mutter, eyes widening. “He did it with wine.” Francesca looked a bit panicked, thinking it was the same wine she drank from. “Didn’t all of us drink it? Do you think that—But I haven’t been sick! I haven’t felt anything bad.”

You shook your head. “There was an expensive bottle of wine on the table, yesterday morning. I took it, because I was feeling a bit..” You glance away. “I wasn’t feeling too good. Not because I was sick, but… I just couldn’t eat anything.” Francesca interrupted you, carefully speaking. “Could.. Domenico have placed the wine there?”

>Consider the possibility.
>Deny the possibility.

>>46462404

Christ fucking almighty, why we all falling for this murderous crazy bitch again?

>>46462404
>Consider the possibility.

>>46462404
>>Consider the possibility.

>>46462451
Again?

I feel like this could have been some kind of set up..

>>46462404
>>Consider the possibility.

>>46462696
>Consider the possibility.

As much as you hated to admit it, the evidence was stacked against your close friend. But why? Why would he try to poison you? So he could take over your business? “It… I don’t want to talk about that, Francesca. Why would he do that?” They say that you can often trick yourself into believing something if you say it out loud, but that apparently didn’t work. Not for you, at least. Francesca sighed softly, whispering. “I’m sorry, Domi.”

You planted a kiss on the top of her head. “It’s alright, Franny. I suppose we should just carefully ask Desiderius.” You quietly reply. The two of you sat there in silence for some time. “I should really try and get out of bed. Maybe try to walk with canes.” You sigh again, swinging your legs over the side of the bed again. Francesca got up and moved to help you. You slowly began to lean on her as she pulled you to your feet. You instantly collapsed, tumbling forwards. You tried to break your fall, but it was too little, too late. You hit the stone floor with a loud thud. You roll onto your back, looking up at the ceiling.

As Francesca was helping you get back to the bed, the door opened again. “Is everything alright? I heard a noise.” The voice sounded familiar. Desiderius. You wanted to believe that he was innocent. As soon as you sat down again, Francesca spoke. “He’s fine. He tried to walk, but he can’t move his legs.”

>Ask him about the wine.
>Remain quiet.

>>46462887
>Remain quiet.
He may be jealous of us and Francesca, and is secretly in love with her. Ask her what she knows and thinks of him, and if they have previously met.

And what of Edward? We haven't spoken to him in a while maybe he saw something.

>>46462976
And to add, you don't just accuse a close friend like that because its convenient. you Only do so after you have some evidence.

>>46462887
>>Remain quiet.

>>46462887
>Remain quiet.

>>46463142
>Remain quiet.

You just stare down at your legs, sighing softly. You weren’t sure if you even wanted to say anything right now. You felt incredibly vulnerable, in any case. Francesca just sat down next to you, not saying much either. After an awkward silence, Desiderius spoke up. “What, did I do something wrong?” You weren’t sure if you should even reply. Eventually, you felt Francesca nudge your side a little. You spoke up.

“I just need some time alone now, Desiderius. I’ll look over those documents when I get out of here.” You noticed that your voice shook a little. “Just make sure that William and Michèl come here, when they return.” You looked up at Desiderius, who had a confused look on his face. “Ofcourse.” And with that, he got up and left. You couldn’t help but feel as if a wedge had been driven between you two.

“It can’t be him, Francesca. It just doesn’t make sense. He’s been working for me for two years, and he’s helped me out on more than one occasion, even when it wasn’t necessary.” But then it dawned on you. Your denial would be your end. Francesca spoke up, in that soft and shy voice again. “I don’t want to lose you, Domenico.” She lowered her head and leaned against you.

>Accept that Desiderius betrayed you.
>Keep denying it.

>>46462976

Damn you gullible fool.
he's propably innocent
don't you see the patter?
People DIE when Francesca wants it
she nudges us in this direction all the time

>>46463243
>Accept that Desiderius betrayed you.

>>46463243
>>Keep denying it.

>>46463243

>Accept that Desiderius betrayed you.

But keep a healthy suspicion of Francesca. Anyone can betray you.

>>46463243
>>Accept that Desiderius betrayed you.

>>46463441

Either bitch is behind everything or she is kind of House of Cards psycho wife.

>>46463464
>Accept that Desiderius betrayed you.

You slip your arm around Francesca’s waist, rubbing her side lovingly. “You won’t. I won’t let my blindness be my downfall. Someone bought Desiderius. I just don’t know who.” You sigh, before starting to connect all the dots in your head. Desiderius was quite interested in your evening at the party, and you even suspected that he might’ve wanted to go in your stead. The day before that, you encountered him coming out of the tailor’s shop, with new clothes. You don’t pay him all that much, so… How else could he afford it?

Then there’s the case of the theft notice. Someone told Matteo Orsani that you took his shipment; while William and Michèl ensured you that the bribes were good enough to cover it all up. Desiderius has known you long enough to know when you’re going to feel a bit down. You’ve had moments like that before, when you lost a large sum of money, or when you lost a shipment. He knows that you turn to wine in such moments.

But what about your bride-to-be? She was a lot more cunning than she let on. But she’s had enough opportunities to kill, or ruin you. No, Francesca was guilty of nothing but passion. As soon as William and Michèl arrived, you’d tell them of your findings.

They had to know.

Desiderius had to die.

And that’s all for tonight, folks!

So, what did you think of this particular entry? I know it’s not what you’re all used to, but I thought it might be a good thing to have our characters doubt themselves.
Is Desiderius guilty?
And is Francesca a devoted fiancé, or a scheming cunt?

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Seriously, it's probably her. Would fit with the timing and the questioning about our Heir

>>46463619
There's no reason for her to kill us before she became pregnant

>>46463619
>>46463594


took me 5 minutes to figure it out, and people are waking up only now? This bitch onto something sinister, take it as far as you can guise next time. Will be worth it.

>>46463665
>>46463619
I don't want to spoil too much, but..
Her behaviour changes based on the way Domenico reacts. If he does dark shit, she becomes more ruthless and plotting. If he does his business in a legit manner, she'll become a reasonable advisor and a loving wife.

>>46463713

love it
based op

There had better be a dam good explanation for all this weird conspiracy stuff before we kill anyone...

>>46463780

Why?

Lets cement our foundations with bones of our enemies. Machiavelli style.

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On another note: What kind of character would you like to see added? There will be an addition soon, but I'd like to hear what else you'd love to see.

Need to ask to see Edward, warn him.

Man I so wanted to give the arm portion of the business to Desiderius while we've got the overall control of the thing

>>46463859
Someone who know his way around the weapon trade if William prefers to be an admiral.

>>46463818
Because, killing people brings serious repercussions. Machiavelli's ideas don't work if there is someone above you to deliver you punishments.

>>46463594
>“Could.. Domenico have placed the wine there?”
this threw me off when you wrote it.
didn't understand it till the next post.
Loving this so far. Hoping we kill the right person and also still have the ability to walk, cause if not this quest just got a lot harder.

>>46463859

How about some priesthood?

Nothing better than some biggest medieval mafia shenanigans.

We are getting some shekels, sooner or later men of god will swoop in on the business.

>>46464017
I made a fuck up there, honestly. I sometimes mix Desiderius and Domenico up. Didn't even notice that until you said it.

I blame the fact that it's getting late.

>>46464010

Nah man.

This isn't personal RPing for your character.
No point in playing it safe.

Its a collective thing and as much as i like the characters (because OP is doing good job) in most of them i try to take extreme measures and take things as far as i can.

Who know's what was in this wine, who knows how would our character take being in power mentally?

This might even end tragically and i will be all in.