[ Cesare is not in the habit of presenting gifts to favored ladies. His engagements are too brief and fleeting to require such niceties, and frankly, he doesn't care enough to earn their favor beyond that. He has little regard for women who do not share his blood, unless they serve a purpose, like Ursula, or prove themselves a worthy threat, like Caterina Sforza.
Something about Galadriel strikes him as similar to the Tigress of Forlì, though the golden-haired lady is calmer and more mysterious, her claws more well-hidden. She piques his curiosity, and he thinks it wiser to gain her acquaintance rather than her ire.
So it is with these excuses in mind that he finds himself knocking on her door with a worn wooden box in his other hand. A gift. ]
closed to Galadriel;
Something about Galadriel strikes him as similar to the Tigress of Forlì, though the golden-haired lady is calmer and more mysterious, her claws more well-hidden. She piques his curiosity, and he thinks it wiser to gain her acquaintance rather than her ire.
So it is with these excuses in mind that he finds himself knocking on her door with a worn wooden box in his other hand. A gift. ]