The next day, after waking from a nearly 12-hour sleep, I dressed and prepared to attend Mass with the Pope in his private chapel. I let Cesare sleep in a bit longer today, as he was surely exhausted from everything that had happened in recent days.
After the service, I went with Pope Alexander and Cesare, who had just woken up, to the dining hall for breakfast with the Pope's family. One of the biggest absentees in recent days was Lucrezia Borgia, the Pope's daughter and only sister to his sons.
"I've heard many stories about Lucrezia. By the way, why isn't she here?" I asked Juan, who was sitting across from me.
"Our sister has some health issues and is recovering at our family's palace. If you really want to see her—"
"I don't think it's absolutely necessary, plus we have a lot to do in Rome these days. Also, I believe your people haven't done their job properly... What if next time he tries to kill someone else?"
