That day, I initiated a discreet meeting between myself and Cesare to discuss everything that had happened and everything that was to come. I wanted to be sure that what we felt for each other wasn't just fleeting, and that the entire world—and ourselves—could be saved from destruction.
I put on my archduke's clothes, setting aside my clerical robes for a few moments. Besides, the noble attire was much easier to wear than the clerical garments I had been forced to wear until now. Growing increasingly anxious, I feared a negative response, hoping that this time, it wouldn't be the case.
I walked pensively to the meeting place, arriving nearly 30 minutes before the scheduled time. Cesare was already there, looking as lost in thought as I was, waiting for my arrival. I walked slowly, each step becoming heavier and more deliberate until I stood beside him.
"I'm glad you came. You probably still feel something for me, don't you?" I whispered.
