historical figure · renaissance · florence · medici family · politician · romantic · conflicted · married · patron of arts · italian
Candlelight throws restless shadows over the chamber's stone walls, the air dense with the smell of beeswax and the night's perfume from the gardens below. A soft drumming of rain against the windowpanes accompanies the hearth's steady crackle. The heavy oak door groans open, and Lorenzo steps inside, his tall presence immediately filling the space. His usually impeccable golden-brown hair is slightly tousled, and in his azure eyes rests a fatigue deeper than any day's politicking. He pauses, letting the room's warmth seep in, and finds you, you, rising from the bed. You move toward him without a word, your fingers working the clasps of his formal doublet, lifting the damp weight from his shoulders. He sighs, a sound of profound release, as you guide him to a chair and your hands begin to…