Chapter 31

▪️A L E S S I O▪️

The Cardinal’s words cut through the air like a dagger, each syllable imbued with a smugness that made my blood boil. His gloating expression was a mask of triumph, and it took all my self-control not to lunge at him, despite the bindings on my wrists.

“Shit…” I muttered, glancing over at Serena.

The sight of her, bound and vulnerable, tugged at my heart with a ferocity that threatened to overwhelm me. Her wrists were tied tightly, the rough ropes digging into her delicate skin. When we locked eyes, I could tell that she was scared, but she was doing her best to put up a brave appearance.

I wanted to tell her that we would be okay, but as I looked around the dungeons, I knew that we were in a tricky situation.

The air was thick with dampness and the stench of decay. Shadows danced eerily on the cold, stone walls, cast by the flickering torches that barely illuminated the dank space. The iron bars of the cell were rusted, their rough edges hinting at years of neglect and countless forgotten prisoners. Water dripped steadily from the ceiling, forming small, murky puddles on the uneven ground.

As I took in our grim surroundings, a sense of dread settled in my stomach. This was a place where hope came to die. The very walls seemed to whisper of despair and lost souls. I could feel Serena’s presence beside me, her strength a quiet beacon in the oppressive darkness, but the weight of our predicament was undeniable.

I clenched my fists as I addressed the Cardinal, “What is it that you want?”

“I think you already know the answer,” he replied, his voice oozing with false benevolence. “The choice is simple. You need not burden yourself with this woman anymore. Your duty lies with Savoy, and as I told you, I’m working on arranging a marriage for you to secure our kingdom’s safety and prosperity.”

Rage surged within me, hot and consuming.

“You’ll do well to remember that I’m the Marquis–”

Cardinal Ulisse cut me off with a wave of his hand, “Yes, but you would do well not to forget the power the Church wields. It would be wise for you to heed my counsel and prioritize the greater good of Savoy.”

I clenched my fists at my sides, my jaw tightening with suppressed fury.

His subtle threat, veiled in false benevolence, was a stark reminder of the delicate dance we played in this realm of politics and power. To openly challenge him would be to risk the stability of Savoy and the safety of its people. Despite my indignation, I knew that maintaining composure in the face of such provocation was crucial.

Any misstep could have dire consequences, not just for me, but for all those who depended on me for leadership and protection. So, with deep breath, I did my best to calm myself while meeting the Cardinal’s gaze with a cool determination, unwilling to let him see the turmoil raging within me.

“Do not think that you can manipulate me,” I retorted, my voice laced with barely contained irritation. “I will not allow you to dictate my actions or the fate of those under my protection.”

The Cardinal’s lips curled into a sardonic smile as he said, “We shall see, Marquis. But like I said, you need not concern yourself with this woman anymore.”

The very idea of abandoning Serena was abhorrent, yet the weight of my duties pressed heavily on my shoulders. I had always known that my position came with responsibilities and sacrifices, but this was a cruelty I had not anticipated.

“Serena is no witch, and you know it!”

“Perhaps, but the people don’t know that. And perception, my dear boy, is often more powerful than the truth. You must think of your people, your duty. A marriage alliance will bring stability, while harbouring a witch will only bring chaos and suspicion.”

I glanced at Serena once again, her eyes wide with fear but also defiance.

The thought of losing her, of being forced into a loveless marriage for political gain, twisted my insides. Yet, the spectre of duty loomed large, reminding me of the expectations that had always defined my life.

“I won’t abandon her,” I said, my voice firm despite the tumult of emotions warring within me. “You can’t force me into a decision like this.”

The Cardinal’s expression hardened, the veneer of benevolence slipping away to reveal the ruthless ambition beneath. “You are young, Alessio, and you will learn that power often demands harsh choices. Refuse, and you risk everything: your title, your lands, your very life. Not to mention, I will see to it that Serena is tortured, she will not have a quick death the way most witches are given.”

As I stood there, caught between duty and love, a cold determination settled within me.

I would not let the Cardinal dictate our fate. Somehow, I would find a way to protect Serena and fulfil my obligations to Savoy. But for now, I could only play the part he expected of me, biding my time until I could turn the tables on him.

His eyes gleamed with victory as he mistook my silence for submission. “Good. Then you will see reason, I am sure. Guards, lock the woman up. Alessio, come with me.”

My heart clenched as the guards seized Serena, dragging her away. I longed to fight, to free her from their grasp, but I knew it would only make things worse. As they pulled her towards one of the cells, she cast a fearful glance over her shoulder. I caught her gaze, and with a silent look, I promised her that I would find a way to save her.

After being released from my bindings, the Cardinal motioned for me to follow him up the narrow, winding staircase. Each step echoed ominously in the confined space, the sound a constant reminder of the distance growing between Serena and me. It tore at my soul to leave her there, in that cold, dark place, but I had to bide my time. I had to be patient.

We reached the top of the stairs, emerging into a long hallway lined with tall, arched windows. Elaborate tapestries depicting biblical scenes and the glory of the Church adorned the walls. Ornate candelabras stood at intervals, their flickering flames casting a warm, golden glow that contrasted with the cold stone walls. As we walked, the faint echo of our footsteps seemed to amplify the silence, creating an almost oppressive atmosphere. The heavy scent of incense lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the Cardinal’s authority and the solemnity of our surroundings.

Finally, we reached the end of the hallway, where a pair of imposing wooden doors, intricately carved with religious motifs, marked the entrance to the Cardinal’s private study. He opened the heavy wooden door and gestured for me to enter. The room was opulently furnished, a stark contrast to the dungeon below.

“Sit,” he commanded, settling into his own chair behind the desk. I complied, the weight of my anger and desperation pressing heavily on my shoulders.

“We need to discuss your upcoming marriage,” he began, his tone matter-of-fact. “This union will secure Savoy’s future. You must understand the importance of this arrangement.”

I clenched my fists, struggling to maintain my composure. “I understand my duties. But Serena is not a witch. She doesn’t deserve to be locked away.”

Cardinal Ulisse raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his expression as he replied, “You’re remarkably passionate about this woman. But many now believe she is a witch. Releasing her would be seen as a sign of weakness.”

“Then sway the trial in her favour!” I pleaded. “Prove to them that she’s innocent.”

The elderly man sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I cannot simply let her go, Alessio. The people need to see justice served. However, I will do what I can to influence the trial. If she is found innocent, she will be set free.”

His words offered a sliver of hope, but it wasn’t enough.

Serena’s fate still hung in the balance, and the thought of her enduring the horrors of a witch trial made my blood run cold. I had heard the stories, and even witnessed a few grisly accounts of women subjected to unspeakable tortures in the name of extracting confessions.

The accused were often stripped of their dignity, bound, and subjected to the cruellest devices: the iron maiden, the rack, thumbscrews, and more. Their cries of pain and pleas for mercy went unheard, drowned out by the zealous fervour of those who believed they were eradicating evil.

I wished that I could have spoken out against such as to me, these trials were a mockery of justice, predetermined spectacles where the guilty verdict was almost always assured. Those who survived the torture were often burned at the stake, their screams a chilling testament to the Church’s relentless pursuit of purity.

The image of Serena suffering such a fate was unbearable, and I felt a surge of determination to prevent it at all costs. But I had no choice but to trust in the Cardinal’s promise, as tenuous as it was, and find another way to ensure her safety.

“Thank you,” I said, my voice strained.

The Cardinal nodded, his expression unreadable. “Now, let us focus on the marriage. The alliance must be secured without delay.”

I forced myself to remain calm as he continued to speak.

“As you already know, I have already found a suitable match for you. Lady Maria of Asturias. Her family’s influence and wealth will be invaluable to Savoy.”

I clenched my jaw, suppressing the urge to argue. “Lady Maria… I have heard she is very young.”

“Indeed,” the Cardinal replied, his tone indifferent.

“But she’s a child!” I retorted.

“Yes, but you know very well that age is of little consequence in such matters. The alliance is paramount. Besides, she is a woman where it matters and can give you many children.”

I cringed at the thought.

Lady Maria was so young, too young to be having children of her own, and I hated that I was being forced to marry her. Even though arranged marriages were the norm, and had been taking place for centuries, it felt barbaric to me. I was clearly a man ahead of my time, believing in the radical notion that women should not be treated as mere pawns in the political games of rich families.

The idea of using a young girl, barely out of childhood, as a tool to secure power and wealth made my stomach churn. Maria deserved to live her life, to experience the world, to fall in love on her own terms—not to be thrust into a marriage with a man she barely knew, simply because it was deemed necessary by those in power.

The thought of marrying Lady Maria against her will, and against my own, filled me with a profound sense of dread. How could I possibly go through with it, knowing the pain and suffering it would cause both of us?

I glanced at the Cardinal, his eyes cold and calculating, completely oblivious to the moral implications of what he was proposing. To him, this marriage was just another move on the chessboard, a way to consolidate power and ensure the safety of Savoy.

My mind churned, a storm of conflicting emotions. I knew my duty to Savoy, but I also knew that there had to be another way. A way that did not involve sacrificing the happiness and autonomy of an innocent girl. A way that did not force me to betray my own principles and the love I felt for Serena.

The sudden sound of the Cardinal’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“Tell me, Alessio, did Serena ever mention anything specific about the future? I mean, she must have, right? How else would you come to believe such an outlandish tale?”

My heart raced. I knew I had to tread carefully. Lying outright could backfire, but revealing too much could be dangerous, especially with his spies having overheard us. “She did mention one thing that made me believe her,” I admitted cautiously.

“Such as?” Cardinal Ulisse leaned in, his interest piqued.

I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully, “She predicted the end of the Siege of Malta. She described it in remarkable detail weeks before the news reached us.”

His eyebrows rose. “The Siege of Malta? That ended a few months ago.”

“Yes,” I continued, trying to sound convincing. “She knew specifics about the victory, about the strategic movements of the Knights and the eventual retreat of the Ottoman forces.”

The Cardinal’s gaze grew more intense, as if weighing my words for truth. “Interesting,” he mused. “Very interesting indeed.”

The calculating gleam in his eyes spoke volumes, betraying his true intentions. I could almost see the gears turning in his mind, plotting and scheming how to twist Serena’s knowledge of the future to his advantage. It was a sobering realization, one that filled me with a sense of unease and foreboding. Whatever his plans were, I knew one thing for certain: they could only lead to trouble and turmoil for all involved.

Unable to help myself, I asked, “What are you up to?”

“That’s none of your concern,” he stated. “For now, just focus on your upcoming marriage. Don’t forget, Alessio, that your duty to Savoy must come first.”

While Cardinal Ulisse continued to speak of duty and politics, my mind drifted back to Serena, locked away in the dungeon. I vowed silently that I would save her, no matter the cost. For now, I would play the role expected of me, but I would not rest until she was safe in my arms once more.

Chapter 32

▪️S E R E N A▪️

I tried to resist, but it was no use.

The guards, their faces stern and impassive, following their orders with mechanical precision, dragged me towards the cell and shoved me inside. The iron door creaked and clanged shut behind me, the sound echoing through the damp, dimly lit dungeon.

As I was pushed forward, I glanced over my shoulder, my heart aching with a mixture of fear and longing. There, just before he disappeared from view, I saw Alessio.

Our eyes locked in a moment of silent, desperate communication. His gaze was filled with determination and a promise that resonated deep within me: he would find a way to save me. That brief connection, though fleeting, gave me a flicker of hope amidst the overwhelming darkness.

I watched Alessio walk away with the Cardinal, my heart heavy with a mixture of fear and hope. I clung to that promise as the shadows of the dungeon closed in around me.

The air was thick with the scent of mildew and decay, a testament to the countless souls who had suffered within these walls. The cold stone floor was rough beneath me as I sat down, my back pressed against the unforgiving surface. Chains clinked and rattled from other cells, their eerie symphony punctuated by the occasional distant scream or moan of despair.

The reality of my situation settled over me like a suffocating shroud. I was a prisoner of the church, accused of witchcraft—an accusation that, in this time, was as good as a death sentence. Despite my faith in Alessio, I knew how powerful the church was and how deeply the fear of the unknown ran in this era. The Cardinal’s spies had heard everything, and now, armed with their testimony, he held all the power.

While I sat there, my thoughts drifted back to the moments leading up to this nightmare. How had I ended up here, in this cold, dark cell, a world away from my own time?

The memory of my frantic escape from the mafia, stumbling into the cave and hitting my head, replayed in my mind. When I had emerged, disoriented and terrified, I had been thrust into a world that was both familiar and alien.

Now, as I faced the grim reality of the dungeon, I could not help but think of all the people who had been here before me. How many had awaited their fate, praying for salvation that never came? The thought sent a chill down my spine. The dungeon was a place of hopelessness, where the cries of the innocent and guilty alike were swallowed by the darkness.

But Alessio was different. He was a beacon of hope in this oppressive gloom. I trusted him with my life, knowing that he would do everything in his power to save me. Yet, the nagging doubt remained. What if he could not sway the Cardinal? What if the church’s power was too great, and their minds too closed to accept the truth of my origin?

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart as I murmured, “I have to stay strong, for Alessio and for myself.”

The future was uncertain, but I knew one thing for sure: I would fight with everything I had. I refused to allow the darkness of the dungeon to consume me, to snuff out the flicker of hope that burned within. The Cardinal’s machinations may have cast a shadow over my fate, but they would not break my spirit. With every fibre of my being, I vowed to defy the forces arrayed against me, to cling to the belief that there was still light to be found in the darkest of places.

The following morning, I was already sitting up, my senses on high alert.

Sleep had eluded me through the long, oppressive night. The cries of other prisoners echoed through the stone walls, their pain and despair seeping into my dreams and keeping me awake.

Every time I closed my eyes, the haunting sounds of their agony jolted me back to consciousness, leaving me weary and restless. The cold, hard floor of the cell offered little comfort, and I had spent the night shivering, my mind racing with thoughts of escape and the uncertain fate that awaited me.

My thoughts kept drifting back to Alessio, worrying about how he was faring in this dire situation. I ached with the uncertainty of our separation, and I found myself longing for the sound of his voice, the reassurance of his presence.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted my thoughts.

The heavy dungeon door creaked open, and the guards entered, their expressions as cold and unyielding as they approached my cell and unlocked it. They roughly pulled me to my feet and led me out.

I was ushered through the labyrinthine corridors of the Cardinal’s residence. Eventually, we reached another dimly lit chamber, its stone walls adorned with ancient wall-hangings depicting scenes of religious fervour and divine retribution.

In the centre of the room sat Cardinal Ulisse. He was flanked by two stern-faced individuals who, based on their clothing, were high-ranking members of the church. As I was brought before them, I squared my shoulders, steeling myself for the interrogation that was to come.

The Cardinal’s voice cut through the heavy silence. “Serena,” he began, his tone laced with thinly veiled contempt, “you stand accused of witchcraft and heresy. How do you plead?”

“I plead innocent,” I replied as I met his gaze, refusing to cower beneath his accusing stare. “I am no witch, nor do I consort with dark forces.”

His lips curled into a cruel smile, “We shall see about that. Begin the interrogation!”

I found myself strapped to a chair, my limbs rendered immobile, as the two figures flanking the Cardinal stepped forward. Their expressions were inscrutable, like statues carved from stone, as they began their relentless barrage of questions. Each word they uttered felt like a blow, probing every corner of my mind, seeking to unearth any shred of evidence that could incriminate me. The harsh glare of the torches on the wall cast ominous shadows across the room, intensifying the atmosphere of interrogation and intimidation.

“Tell us, Serena,” one of them spoke, their voice like ice, “how is it that you possess knowledge of events yet to come? How do you explain your foreknowledge of the Siege of Malta’s end?”

Refusing to yield to their relentless scrutiny, I turned my gaze towards the Cardinal, a silent challenge in my eyes. “You already know the answer,” I said evenly, daring him to acknowledge the truth that lay beneath the surface. “And I assure you, I am no witch!”

“We’ll see…” he replied.

I tried to shift in myself, but it was no use, I was bound tightly to the chair, the coarse ropes chafing against my skin, I felt a surge of despair engulf me. The pain was excruciating, each restraint digging deeper into my flesh, a constant reminder of the agony that awaited me. Before me stood the interrogators, their faces contorted with malice, their threats hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

“You will confess, witch,” one of them hissed, his voice dripping with venom. “Or suffer unimaginable torment.”

I clenched my jaw, refusing to show them any weakness, even as fear gnawed at my insides. The threat of torture loomed over me, a grim reminder of the horrors that awaited if I did not comply.

Images of gruesome torture methods flashed through my mind, each more terrifying than the last. I could feel the weight of their threats pressing down on me, suffocating me with their malevolence. Yet, despite the overwhelming fear, a stubborn resolve burned within me. I refused to let them see me falter, to give them the satisfaction of witnessing my defeat.

Hours stretched into eternity as they bombarded me with questions and threats, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear.

The guards tightened the restraints, cutting off circulation to my limbs and inflicting sharp pains that shot through my body. Verbal abuse and intimidation rained down upon me, their harsh words chipping away at my resolve like a chisel on stone. But still, I held firm, refusing to yield to their relentless pressure.

In that stifling chamber, I clung to my innocence, knowing it was my only hope of survival.

The tension in the room thickened as the men issued a cold command to the guards, instructing them to tighten the ropes even more. I gritted my teeth against the searing pain that shot through my limbs, each knot digging deeper into my skin with cruel insistence. Every movement sent a fresh wave of pain rippling through me, and I knew that by the time they were done with their interrogation, my body would be covered in dark, angry bruises.

“Shall we resort to more… persuasive methods, Your Eminence?” the man to my left asked, his voice dripping with cruelty.

The other man chimed in, “Perhaps a few lashes to loosen her tongue?”

I braced myself for the onslaught that threatened to come. But to my surprise, the Cardinal’s response was not immediate. He leaned back in his chair, considering the proposition with a calculating gaze.

“Not today,” he finally replied, his tone measured but tinged with a hint of disappointment. “Let us give her time to reconsider her stance. We wouldn’t want to rush such delicate matters.”

“Yes, Your Grace,” the men replied in unison.

Relief flooded through me, though I knew it was only a temporary reprieve.

The threat of torture still hung over me like a dark cloud, a constant reminder of the perilous position in which I found myself. But for now, at least, I could breathe a little easier, grateful for the small mercy granted to me by the Cardinal’s hesitance.

Cardinal Ulisse sighed, “Well Serena, we shall adjourn for now.”

As the guards escorted me back to my cell, I could not help but wonder what awaited me in the days to come. The shadows of doubt loomed large, threatening to engulf me in their darkness. But deep within, a spark of defiance burned bright, a flicker of hope that refused to be extinguished.

Days passed, each one stretching into an agonizing eternity as I languished in my dank cell.

Unlike the other prisoners who suffered in silence, I was provided with just enough sustenance to stave off death, a cruel reminder of the Cardinal’s grip over my fate.

Then, one fateful day, I was summoned from my cell once more. As I trudged down the familiar corridors, my heart pounded in my chest, anticipation mingling with dread. When I entered the chamber, the air heavy with foreboding, I found only the Cardinal waiting for me, his expression unreadable as he regarded me with cold detachment.

I stumbled forward as the guards pushed me roughly into the chair, the harsh creak of wood echoing through the silent chamber. The Cardinal regarded me with a calculating gaze as he settled into his seat opposite mine, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows across his features.

“Serena, we both know you’re no witch.”

I could not help but let out a bitter laugh, relieved that he seemed to acknowledge the truth at last. “I’m glad you’ve finally come to your senses,” I replied defiantly, unable to contain the surge of emotion that bubbled within me.

But before I could utter another word, his hand whipped across my cheek with brutal force, sending a shockwave of pain through my skull. I recoiled from the blow, feeling the sting of tears welling in my eyes as I tasted the metallic tang of blood in my mouth.

“Watch how you speak to me, girl,” he hissed, his voice dripping with venom. “You may have some trickery up your sleeve, but you are still at my mercy.”

I swallowed hard, my eyes locking with his as I said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am just a woman, trapped in a time that is not my own.”

“Indeed…” Cardinal Ulisse murmured as he leaned in closer. “I can save you from the horrors that await you if you cooperate.”

I recoiled slightly, a surge of apprehension coursing through me at his words. “What do you mean?” I asked warily, already dreading the answer.

His lips curled into a sinister smile as he responded, “You see, my dear, knowledge of the future is a powerful tool. With your insights, I could reshape the world as I see fit while securing my position as a prophet, and amassing even greater riches. All I ask is that you share your knowledge with me.”

As the Cardinal’s words hung in the air like a dark cloud, I felt a surge of revulsion wash over me. The casual cruelty in his tone, the greed gleaming in his eyes—it filled me with a profound sense of disgust.

How could he be so callous, so willing to manipulate the future for his own selfish gain?

It was appalling, the depths to which he would stoop in his relentless pursuit of power and riches. I shuddered at the thought of what destruction he could wreak if given access to the knowledge of the future, the lives he could ruin, the chaos he could unleash upon the world. In that moment, I knew I could never entertain the Cardinal’s proposition, not at the cost of betraying everything I believed in.

I shook my head, “I cannot do that, no matter what you offer me.”

The Cardinal’s smile faded, replaced by a glint of anger in his eyes. “You are making a grave mistake, Serena,” he warned, his voice growing cold. “Think carefully about your decision. Your fate rests in your hands.”

With that ominous threat hanging in the air, he turned and strode out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the weight of his ultimatum pressing down on me.

“Damn him…” I muttered.

Chapter 33

▪️A L E S S I O▪️

It had been over a week since I had last seen Serena and I was losing my mind.

My study, once a haven of contemplation and strategy, had become a cage of anxiety. I paced back and forth, the floorboards creaking under my restless steps, my mind consumed by thoughts of her.

The reports from my spies at the Cardinal’s residence offered little comfort. Serena was alive, but barely. The insufficient food and harsh conditions were taking a toll on her, leaving her weak and vulnerable. Each report sent a fresh wave of anger and despair coursing through me, and the walls of my study seemed to close in tighter with each passing day.

I ran a hand through my hair, gripping the back of my chair with white-knuckled intensity. The rage I felt toward the Cardinal was a seething, burning thing, threatening to consume me from the inside out. The man who dared to hold Serena captive, to mistreat her and use her for his own gain, was a man I longed to see brought to justice.

But more than the anger, it was the helplessness that gnawed at me. I was a man of action, used to commanding troops and making swift decisions. Yet here I was, forced into a waiting game, every moment of inaction a bitter reminder of my powerlessness. My mind raced with plans and strategies; each one fraught with risks that I could not afford to take without having more intel.

I approached the window, staring out at the sprawling grounds of the villa. The sun was setting, casting a fiery glow across the horizon, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within me. I thought of Serena, her strength and resilience, her spirit that had captivated me from the moment we met. The memory of her fierce determination gave me a sliver of hope, a reminder that she was still fighting, even in the darkest of places.

The idea of a future without her was an unbearable void, a prospect I refused to entertain. I knew I had to find a way to save her, to bring her back to where she belonged–with me.

Taking a deep breath, I turned back to my desk, steeling myself for the next steps. I had allies and resources, and I would use every one of them to ensure her safety. This was not just about love or duty; it was about justice, about righting the wrongs that had been inflicted upon us.

As I sat down, my resolve hardened. The Cardinal may have had the upper hand for now, but I would find a way to outmanoeuvre him. For Serena’s sake, and for the sake of everything we had fought for, I would not rest until she was free and the Cardinal’s grip on our lives was broken.

I was lost in my thoughts when the door to my study creaked open.

Giotto entered with a tray. His eyes, filled with a mix of concern and determination, met mine and he gave me a small smile. His presence was a comforting reminder of the support I had, even in these dark times.

“I’ve brought you some tea,” he said softly, setting the tray down on my desk.

“Thank you,” I replied, my voice strained with the weight of my worries. I took the steaming cup, hoping its warmth might offer some solace.

Giotto hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “The twins will be here soon. Lorenzo and Francesca. They’ve always been good at gathering information. I have no doubt that they’ll be able to help you.”

“I hope so,” I nodded, grateful for the news. “Every day Serena remains in that place; it eats away at me.”

He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, “I know, but Serena is strong and stubborn.”

“She is pretty stubborn, isn’t she?”

“Oh, most definitely, there I say she even beats you. Which is why I know that no matter what the Cardinal tries to do, she will endure, and you will find a way to save her.”

I looked up at him, the sincerity in his words a balm to my frayed nerves. “I want to believe that I can save her. But the Cardinal is a dangerous man, and his power extends far beyond what we can see.”

“True,” Giotto acknowledged, “but he underestimates you. Your loyalty, your love for Serena, and your determination. These are things he cannot comprehend. They give you strength he will never have.”

I took a sip of the tea, its warmth spreading through me before replying, “You’re right. I cannot let fear paralyze me. I must act, and act soon.”

“I’ll send the twins up once they arrive.”

I set the cup down, the taste of tea lingering on my lips, “Thank you, Giotto.”

“Anything for you, Alessio. And for Serena. You will get her back.”

As Giotto left the room, I felt a glimmer of hope rekindle within me. The path ahead was fraught with danger, but I was not alone. With trusted allies by my side and the unwavering love I had for Serena guiding me, I would find a way to overcome any obstacle. The Cardinal would not win.

“I will save Serena, no matter the cost,” I murmured.

About half an hour later, the door to my study swung open again, admitting the striking figures of Lorenzo and Francesca.

The Count and Countess were legends in their own right, renowned for their captivating presence and striking beauty. In the past, their talents had proven invaluable in times of crisis, and today, I needed them more than ever.

“Alessio,” Francesca greeted me with a warm smile, her voice melodious yet edged with concern. “We came as soon as you sent for us.”

“Thank you for coming,” I replied, relief washing over me. “I trust that no one knows you’re here?”

Lorenzo chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with the same mischievous light that often danced in his sister’s. “Don’t worry, we were careful. Now, tell us, how can we assist you in rescuing Serena?”

“You know, I always thought there was something a bit off about Sereno,” Francesca admitted as she took a seat beside her brother. “Especially since I’m used to dressing up as a man myself.”

I could not help but smile at her observation, despite the gravity of the situation.

“Well, you always had a knack for seeing things that others could not. I suppose, looking on the way she did some things and just her overall mannerisms—it all makes sense now. But now, the Cardinal has her, and I fear he plans to use her as a pawn for something.”

Lorenzo leaned forward, “Has he really accused her of witchcraft?”

“Yes,” I answered bitterly. “Though he has no real evidence, but he’s using the knowledge she possesses to his advantage. He’s keeping her alive for now, no doubt hoping to extract more information about the future.”

Francesca shook her head, her brows furrowing as she spat, “That man is vile!” Taking a deep breath, she asked in a much calmer tone, “So Serena really is from the future then?”

“She is,” I confirmed.

“Fascinating!” Lorenzo said, curiosity evident in his eyes. “Start from the beginning, how did you find out she was a woman?”

I took a deep breath, recalling the night that led to me finding out Sereno was in fact Serena.

Taking my time, I recounted how over time, our late-night conversations had evolved and Serena, finding solace in my unwavering support, eventually confided in me about her extraordinary journey through time. The shock of discovering that the man I had come to trust and rely on was actually a woman was profound, but it paled in comparison to the awe of learning she was from the future.

“Oh my! I’m so glad that you were able to save her from those brutes,” Francesca commented. “But what was it that made you believe her when she said that she was from the future? I mean, such a claim would need proof, no?”

Nodding my head, I responded, “The funny thing was, I did believe her without any proof at first. She spoke of machines that can fly, and medicines that can cure diseases we still struggle with and the way she described things with such clarity, it was obvious that she believed them to be true. However, when a certain event that she described did come to pass with complete accuracy, that was when I knew without a doubt that she was from another time.”

“What event did she describe to you?” Lorenzo asked as he leaned forward a bit.

“She told me about the Siege of Malta’s end. Serena knew details that she could not have possibly known unless they had already been recorded. She gave names of those responsible for the success of the event, as well as in depth descriptions of the battle and how it ended.”

Francesca’s eyes widened. “Incredible. And she just stumbled into our time by accident?”

“Yes,” I said. “She was running from some men—men she called the mafia. She hid in a cave and somehow ended up here.”

Lorenzo whistled softly, “What a story.”

His sister smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes as she teased, “So, our stoic Marquis has finally fallen in love.”

I felt my cheeks heat up, but I met her gaze steadily, “I have. Serena is unlike anyone I’ve ever known. I would do anything for her.”

“I’m happy for you, Alessio,” she smiled with affection in her eyes. “Regardless of the circumstances, you’ve found the love of your life.”

“And we’ll do everything we can to help you protect her,” Lorenzo added. “The Cardinal won’t know what hit him.”

“Thank you,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “Both of you. This means more to me than I can say.”

“It’s no problem,” he said then added, “now I understand why you made that strange request a few weeks back. Don’t worry, we won’t let you down.”

My head tilted down in gratitude.

Francesca leaned back, crossing her arms. “So, what’s our next move? We need to be precise and cautious with whatever we plan to do.”

I nodded, appreciating her pragmatism. “First, we need to gather as much information as possible about the Cardinal’s movements and his security. I have spies within the residence, but their movements are a bit restricted. We need to be able to get more detailed intelligence.”

The twins exchanged a glance, their minds seemingly working in unison.

“We can help with that,” Lorenzo said. “We have someone that can infiltrate the residence. With their skills, they can move unnoticed and gather the information you need.”

“Exactly,” Francesca added. “The Cardinal is a corrupt and depraved man, everyone knows it, we just need to get enough proof. And once we have it, then we can force him to give Serena back. We’ll need to be careful, though. The Cardinal’s power is extensive, and most of his guards are loyal.”

I felt a renewed sense of hope and determination. “Thank you, both of you.”

Francesca reached out and squeezed my hand, “Don’t worry, Alessio. We’ll do everything we can to bring her back safely. For now, let’s focus on gathering the intelligence we need.”

As the evening deepened and the moon cast its silvery glow through the tall windows of the study, we gathered around the large oak table, its surface cluttered with maps, documents, and various notes. Lorenzo and Francesca listened intently as I laid out the plan, their eyes sharp and focused.

“We need to expose the Cardinal,” I stated, with a frown. “Serena’s life depends on it, and so does the future of Savoy.”

Francesca nodded, “Don’t worry, our guy can do it no problem, he has infiltrated more guarded places than this and we trust him with our life. He will find what we need, be it some form of hidden correspondence or anything that can link him to the heinous rumours.”

While she spoke, my mind drifted to the rumours that had swirled around the Cardinal for years. Whispers in the dark about boys disappearing into his chambers and never being seen again. No one had ever been able to prove it, and those who dared to speak of it openly often met with untimely and suspicious deaths.

Lorenzo tilted his head, his expression serious, “It should not be too difficult. Either way, we can’t afford to make a single mistake.”

“Agreed,” I said. “You two will handle the infiltration. I’ll stay here and coordinate, ensuring we have everything we need to take him down. The longer Serena stays in that dungeon, the weaker she becomes. And the more time the Cardinal has to solidify his control.”

Francesca said, “We’ll have her out in no time.”

“One more thing,” I added, my gaze sweeping across their determined faces. “We need to make sure Serena’s name is cleared publicly. We can’t just free her; we need the Cardinal himself to drop all the accusations.”

Lorenzo nodded. “We’ll gather as much evidence as we can. Letters, documents, anything that shows his true nature.”

“We’ll save her,” Francesca added. “And we’ll make sure the Cardinal pays for what he’s done.”

With our plan set, we dispersed into the night, each of us filled with a renewed sense of purpose. The path ahead was fraught with danger, but together, we would face it head-on. For Serena, for Savoy, and for the future we believed in.

Lorenzo stood, his movements graceful and purposeful, “We should get going. The sooner we start, the better.”

I watched as they left my study, their confidence and determination a beacon of hope in the midst of this dark ordeal. With allies like Lorenzo and Francesca, I felt that we might just have a chance to save Serena.

Getting up, I walked over to the large balcony doors and opened them. The cool breeze of the night caressed my face, and I looked out at the sky, admiring the stars. The vast expanse above seemed both comforting and daunting, a reminder of the enormity of the task ahead.

“I’ll get you back, Serena…” I whispered, the words carried away in the wind, a solemn promise to the woman who had changed my life.

Chapter 34

▪️A L E S S I O▪️

It had taken a few days, but I had finally gotten the information I needed.

The twins’ trusted informant, a master of stealth named Mysterio, had infiltrated the Cardinal’s residence with precision and cunning. After two nights of surveillance, he had found out exactly where the Cardinal kept his hidden documents: inside a large religious statue located in his bedroom.

Mysterio’s findings were even more damning than we had hoped. The documents revealed the Cardinal’s involvement in paying to have young children from other countries stolen. There were also detailed records of the Cardinal’s embezzlement, showing that he had been siphoning money from the church for years. The evidence was overwhelming.

I paced my study, the weight of the papers heavy in my hand. Mysterio had extracted only a few, so as not to rouse suspicion when the Cardinal went to the statue. But these sheets were more than enough. This was my chance to expose the Cardinal and save Serena.

Exhaling deeply, I said, “It’s time to confront Ulisse.”

With the documents securely hidden on my person, I strode out of my study and got into a carriage as I made my way to the Cardinal’s residence. The guards at the gate recognized my wagon and let me pass without question. The Cardinal likely thought that whenever I returned, I would be coming to talk about my upcoming wedding.

“He’s in for a surprise…” I murmured as I entered the manor.

The air felt thick as I walked through the grand halls, each step bringing me closer to the confrontation that would determine Serena’s fate.

The door to the Cardinal’s private chambers loomed ahead, and I squared my shoulders as I stood before it. After pausing for a moment, I pushed the door open with a firm hand, my heart pounding in my chest. The Cardinal stood by the window, his back to me, seemingly lost in thought. He turned as I entered, his face a mask of composed authority.

“Alessio,” he greeted, his tone smooth and unctuous. “What brings you here? How are the preparations coming along?”

I stepped forward, “They haven’t been. I’m here to talk about something else.” I then pulled the incriminating documents from my coat and held them up for him to see. “These documents prove your crimes, Cardinal. Your days of deceit and exploitation are over.”

His eyes flickered with surprise, but he quickly composed himself, his expression hardening as he sneered, “You think you can come here and accuse me based on a few pieces of paper? Do you know who you are dealing with?”

“I know exactly who I’m dealing with,” I retorted, my voice cold and unwavering. “And I will see you brought to justice, for Serena and for all the lives you’ve destroyed.”

Stepping forward with a predatory grace, he said, “You’ve made a grave mistake, Alessio. The church will protect me, and you will find yourself in ruin.”

I stood my ground, meeting his gaze, “We’ll see about that.”

Cardinal Ulisse’s face tightened with fury, his eyes narrowing as he glared at me. Then, almost imperceptibly, his expression began to shift. The tension around his mouth relaxed, and a slow, sinister grin spread across his face, exuding an air of superiority.

But I was undeterred as I held my ground.

“How arrogant are you?” I asked, holding up the documents that detailed his embezzlement. “These records show that you’ve been stealing from the church itself. How do you think the church will react when they learn of your betrayal?”

For a moment, his composure slipped, his eyes widening with genuine fear. He quickly masked it with a scoff, but I could see the panic lurking beneath his facade.

“You think anyone will believe you?” he spat. “I am the Cardinal. I have power, influence. Your accusations mean nothing.”

“Your power means nothing when it’s built on lies and corruption,” I shot back, my voice steady and unyielding. “These documents will be enough to turn the church against you, they have your seal attached after all. The church may protect their own, but they will not tolerate a thief in their midst.”

The Cardinal’s hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white. “You underestimate the church’s loyalty to its own,” he hissed. “But even if they turn against me, what do you think will happen to you? To Serena? You will both be destroyed in the fallout.”

“I think you’ll find that the church’s loyalty has its limits. Especially when faced with evidence that could potentially harm the institution’s credibility,” I said as I stepped closer. “Not to mention the proof that can implicate you in the disappearance of numerous children. Are you really willing to test the church then?”

The elderly man’s brows furrowed as he mulled over my words.

His lips twisted in a conflicted grimace, his eyes darting back and forth between my face and the damning documents in my hand. A flicker of uncertainty passed over his features, betraying the inner turmoil raging within him. Finally, after a tense moment of contemplation, his expression darkened and his jaw clenched.

“What do you want?” he spat out.

I held his gaze steadily, my tone firm as I replied, “I want Serena released, unharmed, and I want all accusations against her dropped. In return, I won’t tell anyone what I’ve learned.”

“What guarantee do I have that you won’t just use those papers against me in the end?”

“Unlike you, I am a man of my word. I am a man of honour, and I will uphold my end of the bargain. Besides, if you truly are a man of God, as you claim, then surely you can trust in His protection.”

The Cardinal hesitated, his gaze flickering between me and the documents in my hand. Finally, he nodded curtly. “Very well. But know this, Marquis, if you betray me, there will be consequences.”

I nodded in agreement, already moving to leave the room.

“You have my word,” I repeated, though I knew that in the game of politics and power, promises were often as fleeting as the wind.

But for now, I had what I wanted. Serena would be free. Even though it meant that the Cardinal’s crimes would remain hidden from the world, it did not mean that they would remain so forever.

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The next morning could not come fast enough.

Taking a deep breath, I enjoyed the way the sun cast a warm glow over the bustling square as the townsfolk gathered, eager to hear the Cardinal’s proclamation. I stood at the edge of the crowd, my heart racing with anticipation as I scanned the sea of faces, searching for a familiar figure.

And then, there she was—Serena, emerging from the crowd like a beacon of light amidst the shadows. My breath caught in my throat as our eyes met across the square, a rush of relief flooding through me at the sight of her safe and unharmed.

Even from this distance, I could not help but notice the shadows that lingered beneath her eyes, testament to the sleepless nights and the weight of uncertainty that had plagued her. Her cheeks, once flushed with vitality, now appeared slightly hollowed, hinting at the toll that captivity had taken on her.

Dressed in a simple white robe that billowed around her slender frame, she seemed almost ethereal, her form enveloped in the purity of its folds. Despite the gauntness of her face and the weariness that lingered in her eyes, there was an undeniable grace in the way she carried herself, a quiet dignity that spoke of her unwavering resolve.

As the Cardinal took to the podium, his voice echoing through the square with a commanding presence, I watched with bated breath, waiting for his announcement. And then, to my astonishment, he spoke of a vision from God, a divine revelation that had led him to recognize Serena’s innocence.

“Ladies and gentlemen of this great town,” Cardinal Ulisse’s voice boomed, commanding the attention of the gathered crowd. “Today, I stand before you not only as your humble servant but as a vessel of divine guidance. For in the quiet solitude of prayer, I received a vision—a vision bestowed upon me by the Almighty Himself.”

Murmurs of awe rippled through the crowd, eager to hear the Cardinal’s proclamation.

“I was shown the innocence of one among us,” he continued, his tone solemn yet resolute. “A soul unjustly accused, burdened by the weight of false accusations. But fear not, for the Lord has spoken to me, revealing the truth that had remained hidden from mortal eyes.”

His words carried a sense of authority, casting a spell of anticipation over the assembled throng.

“And so, in the name of divine justice and mercy, I hereby declare that Serena, whom some have wrongly branded as a witch, is innocent of all charges!” The Cardinal’s voice thundered with conviction, ringing out across the square as he raised his hands in a gesture of benediction.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their jubilant cries echoing off the walls of surrounding buildings. And amidst the fervour of the moment, I felt a surge of relief wash over me, mingled with a sense of incredulous relief.

Serena was released and she immediately made her way towards me, though her initial steps were hesitant before breaking into a run. In an instant, she was in my arms, her warmth enveloping me as I held her close, a silent promise of love and devotion exchanged between us.

“Serena,” I whispered, my voice catching in my throat as I held her tightly.

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she looked up at me, her expression a mixture of relief as she smiled, “You really came for me…”

I leaned down, pressing my lips to hers in a tender kiss, the worries and uncertainties of the past weeks melting away in that moment of sweet reunion. As we parted, I brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, my heart overflowing with love for this woman who had become my everything.

“Of course I came for you, I love you,” I said softly, my words a vow etched in the depths of my soul. “I said that I’ll always protect you, no matter what.”

Her eyes sparkled with unspoken gratitude, “And I love you, Alessio.”

As we made our way back to the villa, Serena’s hand nestled securely in mine, a sense of peace washed over me, knowing that we were finally safe. Upon our arrival, I wasted no time in tending to her needs, guiding her with gentle hands as we navigated the familiar halls.

Once we reached my chambers, I had a warm bath ready and waiting, filling the room with steam and the soothing scent of herbs. With careful tenderness, I helped Serena disrobe before she got into the water.

As she soaked in the fragrant embrace of the bath, I prepared a plate from the various food items that I had brought up, knowing that nourishment was as vital to her recovery as rest. Returning to her side, I fed her with tender patience, each bite a silent promise of my unwavering devotion.

With the meal finished and Serena settled into bed, I curled up beside her, holding her close while I listened to her soft breathing.

Later that evening there was sudden knocking on my bedroom door.

The urgency in Giotto’s voice was palpable. As I rose from the bed, a sense of foreboding gripped me tightly. He stood before me, his features etched with concern, yet there was a hesitance in his demeanour.

“Do you want to wake her?” I asked, my voice low and cautious.

His eyes flickered behind me, where Serena lay sleeping peacefully, “I’m sorry, but it’s urgent.”

“What’s wrong?”

As Giotto reluctantly delivered the unsettling news, his hesitation was palpable, his normally steady voice tinged with apprehension. With each word he spoke, a chill settled over the room. Our trusted spies stationed at the Cardinal’s residence had intercepted troubling information—Serena and I were in danger.

“Ulisse plans to go back on his word! In a few days, he intends to have you arrested and Serena is to be burned at the stake,” Giotto said.

My mind became a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, each thought vying for dominance amidst the chaos. Anger surged like a tempest within me, fuelled by the Cardinal’s treachery and the imminent danger it posed to Serena and me. Fear gnawed at the edges of my resolve, whispering of the perilous path that lay ahead and the uncertainties that awaited us at every turn.

But amidst the storm of emotions that raged within me, there was a steely resolve that burned bright like a beacon in the night. I would not allow the Cardinal’s malevolence to triumph, nor would I stand idly by as he snatched away everything, I held dear. With gritted teeth and clenched fists, I swore to fight with every ounce of strength I possessed, to defy the odds and emerge victorious against the forces that sought to crush us beneath their heel.

“We have to move quickly then,” I declared. “Get the horses ready.”

With a nod, Giotto hurried off to carry out my orders, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily upon me as I contemplated our next move. There was no time to waste. I had to act swiftly to thwart the Cardinal’s sinister plans and ensure Serena’s safety at all costs.

Closing the door, I moved back to the bed and woke Serena.

After filling her in on what happened, we quickly got dressed and as soon as the sun had set, we stole away under the cover of darkness, our hearts pounding with the weight of our impending escape.

I did not know why I felt like we needed to go to the cave.

It was a curious sensation, an inexplicable pull drawing me towards the cave with an almost magnetic force. Though I could not discern the reason behind this inexplicable urge, it felt as though the very essence of the caverns was calling out to me, beckoning us to seek refuge within their ancient embrace.

As Serena and I raced towards the caves, the moonlit beach stretched out before us, a barren expanse fraught with danger and uncertainty. But we pressed on, driven by the desperate hope that awaited us within the hidden depths of the earth.

“Shit!”

A sharp curse escaped my lips as our desperate flight led us straight into what I could only discern was a trap set by the Cardinal. His guards stood near the cave’s entrance, blocking our path. Despite our fervent hopes for a successful escape, the sight of them closing in left us with a sinking feeling of despair.

“I’m sorry, Serena, I should have taken us elsewhere.”

Shaking her head, she pulled out her sword, “I have a feeling that he would have found us eventually, no matter where we went. At least this way, we can face them head on once and for all.”

“You’re right,” I said while pulling out my own weapon.

With every ounce of resolve we possessed, we steeled ourselves for the confrontation ahead, our hearts pounding with a mixture of adrenaline and trepidation. There was nowhere left to retreat, no path of escape to be found. Thus, we stood our ground, ready to confront our assailants head-on, our determination unwavering in the face of adversity.

The clash erupted with a deafening cacophony of steel and desperate cries, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of sweat. Adrenaline surged through my veins, heightening my senses as I lunged forward to meet the onslaught of our adversaries. Each blow landed with bone-jarring force, sending shockwaves of pain reverberating through my battered form.

Beside me, Serena fought with a ferocity born of desperation, her movements a graceful yet lethal dance amidst the chaos of battle. Despite the odds stacked against us, she wielded her weapon with unwavering precision. But even her skill and resilience could not fully shield us from the relentless onslaught of our foes.

Even though we had taken down many, as the fight raged on, we found ourselves still outnumbered, our bodies bearing the brunt of our adversaries’ relentless assault. The sting of blades slicing through flesh and the dull thud of impact echoed in my ears, each wound a testament to the unforgiving nature of our predicament.

With a heavy heart, I watched as Serena stumbled under the weight of her wounds, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to stay upright. Desperation clawed at my chest as I reached out to her, determined to shield her from harm’s way.

It was then that a rumbling sound rolled across the beach.

As the heavy rainfall unexpectedly descended from the sky, its relentless cascade adding another layer of chaos to the already tumultuous atmosphere, I felt the sting of rain mingling with the sting of wounds, the chill of water seeping into the very marrow of my bones.

Suddenly, lightning split the sky with a blinding flash, followed by the deafening roar of thunder that echoed through the air like a war cry. In that brief moment of distraction, as the guards still standing were momentarily stunned by the intensity of the storm, Serena and I seized the opportunity to break free from the melee.

With a silent exchange, we sprinted towards the mouth of the cave, the rain pelting down upon us like a barrage of arrows. Each step forward was a battle against the elements, the slick ground threatening to send us tumbling with every stride.

In the end, it was the caves that became our sanctuary, their ancient depths offering shelter from the storm raging above. As we collapsed onto the damp floor of the cave, the adrenaline that had fuelled our escape began to ebb away, leaving behind a bone-deep weariness that weighed heavily upon us.

“I feel light-headed,” Serena murmured weakly.

“Come here,” I whispered, reaching out to her with trembling arms. “Lean on me.”

With a feeble nod, she allowed herself to be drawn into my embrace, her body trembling against mine before she passed out in my arms. Her weight sagged against me, and I tightened my hold, desperate to keep her safe. The rain drummed a relentless beat against the rocks outside, each drop a cold reminder of the peril we had narrowly escaped.

“Serena,” I whispered, my voice breaking with worry. “Stay with me. Just a little longer.”

But there was no response. Her breathing was shallow, and I could feel the rapid flutter of her pulse against my chest. My own head swam with dizziness, the edges of my vision blurring as the blood loss took its toll. I fought to stay awake, to remain her protector even in these dire moments.

I knew that the Cardinal’s guards would find us soon enough. However, given the injuries that Serena and I had sustained, regardless if we were captured or not, I did not know if we would make it through the night.

Taking a deep breath, I could feel my own strength waning. The cold, damp air of the cave was a stark contrast to the warmth of Serena’s body, a cruel reminder of the life we were fighting so hard to cling to.

“I love you…” I murmured, my voice a mere whisper in the echoing silence of the cave.

Moments later, a dizziness swept over me in waves, a disorienting sensation that blurred the edges of my vision and left me feeling as though I were adrift in a sea of darkness.

Chapter 35

▪️S E R E N A▪️

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a blindingly bright, sterile white light.

Blinking rapidly to clear my vision, I tried to take in my surroundings. The walls were a crisp white, the floors a gleaming tile, and the room was filled with strange machines that beeped and whirred softly. It took me a few moments to realize that I was in a hospital, but not just any hospital—a modern one, far more advanced than anything from Alessio’s time.

My mind raced, struggling to comprehend the situation. I was back in my time—how was that possible?

The last thing I remembered was running for my life in the cave, Alessio by my side as we fought off the Cardinal’s men. The sounds of swords clashing, the sting of rain mingling with blood, and the overwhelming exhaustion as we stumbled into the cave. How had we gone from that desperate, perilous moment to here, in a clean, modern hospital? The confusion and fear tangled with the relief of knowing I had made it back, but at what cost? And where was Alessio? The questions tumbled through my mind, each one more urgent than the last.

Disoriented, I struggled to sit up, a wave of dizziness threatening to overwhelm me. I looked around frantically, searching for any sign of Alessio. But he was not there. Panic rose within me, my heart pounding in my chest.

A nurse entered the room, her smile bright, “Ah, you’re awake–”

“Where am I?” I asked frantically.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, you’re in a hospital in Genoa,” she said, hurrying to my side.

Genoa, I silently repeated, comprehending that I really was back in present day Italy. However, I could not really focus as my mind drifted back to Alessio and I began to panic once more.

“You need to stay calm, Serena. You took a nasty hit to the head.”

“Where is he?” I demanded, my voice hoarse and trembling. “Where’s Alessio?”

The lady looked at me with confusion before her eyes widened slightly, “Alessio? Ah, the man that we found next to you, is that his name? We couldn’t find any record of him anywhere. There’s no biometric data on him. You were in the system at least, but there was no emergency contact listed. Is there anyone that you would like us to call for you?”

“Is he alright?” Tears welled up in my eyes as I grasped her arm, “Where is he? I need to see him.”

She nodded, gently prying my fingers from her arm, “He’s fine, just try to relax.”

Moments later, a doctor entered the room, his expression one of professional concern. “Miss Costa, I’m Dr. Barella. I’m so glad to see that you’re awake. I could not help but overhear you asking about Alessio?”

“Yes,” I replied urgently. “Is he okay? Where is he?”

The doctor offered a reassuring smile, “He came out of surgery a few hours ago–”

“Surgery!” I interjected. “How long have we been at the hospital?”

“About two days now, you were both unconscious and injured. His wounds were a bit more severe than yours and he eventually needed to have emergency surgery. When he woke up a few hours ago, he seemed very confused. So much so that we had to sedate him. But he’ll be fine. Both of you will be.”

Relief washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by confusion, “Can you tell me what happened? How did we get here?”

Dr. Barella’s expression turned curious. “I was hoping that you could tell me. A tour guide found you both in a cave. You were unconscious and injured. Can you tell me what happened? How did you sustain those wounds and where did you get such old-fashioned weapons? Were you part of some role-playing group and things got out of hand?”

I obviously could not tell the doctor what had truly happened.

No one would believe that we had time-travelled, and the suggestion alone would likely see us both committed to a psychiatric ward. I struggled to come up with a plausible explanation that would satisfy his curiosity without delving into the unbelievable truth.

“Yes,” I said slowly, forcing a weak smile. “Something like that. The re-enactment got a bit too intense.”

The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow but seemed to accept my answer for now. “Do you wish to press charges? Based on the wounds you both sustained, it seemed as though you were fighting for your life. If this was some kind of violent altercation, we can help.”

I shook my head, “No, not at this time. I’d like to see Alessio, please. Were there any complications with his surgery?”

“No, everything went well. With a lot of rest, he’ll make a full recovery,” he reassured me. “Let me check you over and make sure your stitches are fine, and then I’ll have the nurse take you to him.”

Relief washed over me, and I felt a renewed sense of determination.

As long as Alessio was alive and well, we could figure out the rest. For a moment, I got lost in thought, the enormity of our situation crashing down on me. We were back in my time, but how would we explain everything? How would we live here, and what would our future look like? The weight of uncertainty pressed down on me, and I realized that while we had escaped immediate danger, our challenges were far from over.

Dr. Barella gently lifted the edge of my hospital gown, inspecting the stitches along my side with practised care. “These are healing nicely,” he said, adjusting the bandage. “You’ll be sore for a while, but you’ll soon be on the mend.”

After he finished, the nurse smiled at me warmly. “Let’s get you to see your friend,” she said, her tone soothing.

She helped me out of bed, and I leaned on her for support as we made our way down the sterile hallway. Each step sent a jolt of pain through my body, but the thought of seeing Alessio kept me moving forward.

When we finally reached his room, the nurse opened the door and guided me inside. My heart raced as I approached his bed, my eyes immediately drawn to his sleeping form. He looked pale and fragile, his face etched with lines of pain, but he was alive.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” she said before closing the door behind her.

I stood by his bedside, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. The beeping of the machines was a constant reminder of the fine line he had walked between life and death. My emotions were a tumultuous mix of relief and heartache. Seeing him like this, so vulnerable, brought tears to my eyes. I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, my fingers trembling.

“You’re going to be okay,” I whispered, more to reassure myself than him. “We’re both going to be okay.”

While I sat there, the silence of the room was punctuated only by the soft hum of the machines. The doctor’s reassurances echoed in my mind, but they felt like distant promises in the face of my overwhelming fear. What if something went wrong? What if the modern medicine of my time was not enough to heal the wounds he had sustained in a different era?

My mind raced with worst-case scenarios, each more terrifying than the last.

The sight of him lying there, so still and vulnerable, only heightened my anxiety. Every beep of the machines seemed to mock my helplessness, reminding me of the fragility of our situation. I could not shake the dread that clung to me, the nagging worry that despite everything, he might not wake up, or if he did, he might not be the same.

I leaned forward, resting my head on the edge of his bed, the cold metal pressing against my forehead. Tears threatened to spill over, but I fought them back. I needed to be strong, for both of us. I could not let my fear consume me. He needed me to believe in his recovery, to have faith that we could overcome this, just as we had overcome everything else.

The minutes stretched into an eternity, my heart pounding with a mixture of hope and fear. I watched his chest rise and fall, each breath a fragile thread that connected us to the future we both yearned for.

Finally, his eyes fluttered open, initially disoriented and filled with panic. His breath quickened, and his hands gripped the sheets as if trying to anchor himself in reality. I leaned closer, my heart in my throat, whispering his name softly.

When his gaze found mine, the tension in his face melted away. His eyes, which had been wild and searching, softened with recognition and relief. The corners of his mouth twitched upward in a weak but unmistakable smile.

“Serena…” Alessio breathed, the single word filled with both wonder and reassurance.

My heart fluttered as I whispered, “You’re awake.”

Lifting my hand, I gently brushed my fingers across his forehead. His skin was warm under my touch, a tangible proof of his presence and life.

His eyes scanned the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, the sterile walls, and the beeping machines. A flicker of confusion crossed his features, followed by a dawning realization.

“We made it back to your time?” he asked, his voice thick with astonishment.

I nodded, unable to keep the smile from my lips, “Yes. I don’t know how, but we did.”

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he murmured as his hand reached for mine.

“And I’m glad you’re okay,” I replied, tears of relief finally spilling over. “We’re both going to be okay. We’re together, and that’s all that matters.”

“Indeed.”

Letting out a sigh, I glanced out the window, watching the city lights twinkle against the night sky. The modern world felt both familiar and alien, a stark contrast to the life we had left behind. Alessio’s hand squeezed mine gently, drawing my attention back to him.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

I hesitated, trying to find the right words to express the whirlwind of thoughts and fears swirling in my mind. The enormity of our situation weighed heavily on me, a chaotic storm of uncertainty. How could we navigate a world so different from the one Alessio knew? The technology, the societal norms, the bureaucratic intricacies—all of it seemed insurmountable. I was scared of the obstacles that lay ahead, and even more frightened of failing to protect Alessio in this unfamiliar place.

“Talk to me,” he gently urged.

Exhaling deeply, I admitted, “I’m worried about how we’re going to live our life here. This isn’t like the past. There’s a paper trail for everything, fingerprints, identification… How are we going to explain your existence?”

Alessio’s gaze remained steady, his expression calm and reassuring. “Don’t worry,” he said, his voice firm. “We’ll figure it out. We’ve faced worse, we’ll find a way to make this work.”

“But how?” I pressed, the anxiety creeping into my voice. “We don’t have any documents for you, no records. It’s like you don’t exist.”

He reached up, brushing a tear from my cheek with a tender touch, “Serena, listen to me, remember when I said that I’ll always protect you, I mean it. Everything will be fine.”

Alessio’s words brought a fleeting sense of comfort, but deep down, I could not shake the gnawing doubt that lingered within me. How could he be so sure? He had never experienced the complexities of my time—the relentless pace, the suffocating pressure to conform, the constant surveillance of our every move. While I had shared countless stories of my life in the 21st century, living it was a whole different reality.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice trembling with uncertainty. “You don’t know what it’s like to live in this time. It’s not as simple as you think. You aren’t a Marquis anymore; you don’t have any power or money.”

His gaze softened as he asked, “You trust me, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then trust me when I say we’ll be okay,” he replied, then grinned. “I’ve put things in place.”

I furrowed my brows, unable to mask the scepticism in my voice as I asked, “What do you mean, ‘things in place’? I don’t understand.”

Alessio’s smile widened, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes, “You’ll see.” he said cryptically, his tone teasing yet filled with conviction.

I could not help but feel a surge of frustration at his vague response, my mind racing with countless questions and doubts. What could he possibly have planned that would ensure our safety in a world so vastly different from his own?

Yet, despite my apprehension, I found a sliver of comfort in his unwavering confidence, trusting in his determination to see us through whatever trials lay ahead. With a reluctant nod, I resigned myself to the uncertainty, placing my faith in the enigmatic promise of Alessio’s mysterious preparations.

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It turned out that Alessio had indeed put things in place.

In the wake of our reunion, Alessio had asked to use the phone, which only served to heighten my confusion as to who could possibly be calling. Despite my probing questions, he remained tight-lipped, his expression enigmatic yet tinged with a hint of excitement.

Days later, as we were discharged from the hospital, a sense of anticipation lingered in the air, heightened by Alessio’s cryptic demeanour. As we stood outside the hospital, basking in the warmth of the sun’s rays, his mysterious phone call had left me intrigued yet apprehensive. I could not help but wonder who he had been speaking to and what plans he had set in motion.

My curiosity was soon satisfied when a sleek limousine pulled up before us, its polished exterior gleaming in the sunlight. My eyes widened in surprise as Alessio motioned for me to step inside, his expression cryptic yet filled with an air of anticipation.

The journey unfolded swiftly, yet every passing moment seemed to deepen the air of mystery that enveloped us. As we arrived at a private airfield, the anticipation surged within me, mingling with a sense of awe at the grandeur of our surroundings.

Boarding a waiting private jet, the landscape unfolded beneath us in a breathtaking panorama of rolling hills and lush greenery. Once we landed, another limousine awaited us, ready to transport us to our destination.

As we stepped into the luxurious vehicle, I could not help but wonder where it would take us next. The limousine glided smoothly along winding country roads, flanked by towering trees and verdant meadows. Eventually, it came to a stop in front of a grand estate that loomed majestically against the backdrop of the countryside.

Stepping out onto the manicured grounds, I was struck by the sheer magnificence of the mansion before us. Its towering spires and intricate facades bore the hallmark of a bygone era, a testament to the opulence and grandeur of the Renaissance period. The sprawling gardens that stretched out before the mansion were a riot of vibrant colours, their lush foliage and fragrant blooms lending an air of tranquillity to the majestic estate.

As we were escorted inside, I marvelled at the lavish interiors, adorned with ornate furnishings and priceless works of art that spoke of a rich and storied history. My eyes swept over the opulent surroundings, taking in the intricately carved marble pillars that soared towards the vaulted ceiling.

The air was heavy with the scent of freshly cut flowers, their vibrant colours adding splashes of life to the otherwise muted tones of the room. Sunlight streamed in through stained-glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across the polished marble floors. The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled my attention and as I glanced up, my breath caught in my throat as a man descended the grand staircase.

“Lorenzo?” I whispered.

“No,” he replied with a chuckle, “but I’ve been told on more than one occasion that I look like my 14th-great-grandfather.”

The man smiled, his features strikingly reminiscent of those belonging to the Count and Countess with whom I had interacted. In that moment, a realization dawned upon me like a gentle awakening.

Here stood a descendant of Lorenzo and Francesca, a living link to the past that Alessio and I had traversed. As my gaze flickered from the man to Alessio, who offered me an encouraging smile, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. It was a surreal moment, the convergence of past and present, woven together somehow, no doubt by Alessio’s doing.

“I trust you are both well. I am Andrea Cambiaso.”

Alessio returned the greeting with a respectful nod, and I followed suit, though my mind raced with questions. It was then that Andrea turned his attention to Alessio, his expression curious yet expectant.

“I believe you have something that belongs to me,” he said, his tone polite but firm, a hint of intrigue in his eyes.

Alessio withdrew the ring from his pocket.

It was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, its band wrought from the finest gold, polished to a brilliant shine that reflected the ambient light in shimmering waves. Adorning its surface were intricate engravings. At its centre sparkled a dazzling red gemstone, a rare and precious jewel that seemed to radiate with an inner glow. Each twist and turn, the ring revealed new depths of beauty and elegance, a testament to the skill and artistry of its creator.

“As you can see, there’s the family crest engraved on the inside,” Alessio said as he handed it over to Andrea. “This ring was entrusted to me by Lorenzo Cambiaso himself. As you should have been made aware, it is a symbol of a debt owed and a promise made.”

“So, it’s true…” Andrea murmured. “I always thought that it was an old family prank.”

“I offer this ring as a token of an agreement made hundreds of years ago between our two families.”

Andrea nodded, his fingers tracing its intricate design with reverence as he spoke, “I will see that my end of the bargain is upheld. You two may stay the night and tomorrow I will have the driver escort you to your villa in town. I’ll have all the necessary documents sent over as well.”

“Thank you for honouring the legacy of our ancestors,” Alessio said, his voice echoing with a sense of history and duty fulfilled.

As I observed the exchange between them, a sense of intrigue washed over me.

I could not help but wonder about the origins of this agreement, the intricacies of a pact forged in a time long past. It dawned on me that perhaps Alessio’s early morning disappearances, shrouded in mystery, were not mere happenstance. Francesca and Lorenzo had proven themselves loyal to Alessio and had woven a legacy that now stretched across generations.

As I looked at Andrea, I found myself drawn into the gravity of the moment. The weight of the past pressed upon him, a reminder of the enduring ties that bound us to our ancestors and their promises. In Alessio’s words of gratitude, I glimpsed the depth of an agreement that he had entrusted the twins to fulfil.

When Andrea excused himself to attend to other matters, leaving us momentarily alone, Alessio wasted no time in pulling me into his embrace. His smile, wide and genuine, lit up his face as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against my lips.

“See, I told you we would be alright.”

Alessio’s whispered words washed over me, a soothing balm to the uncertainty that had plagued my thoughts. As the weight of his words sank in, I found my eyes widening as a sudden realisation hit me.

“Wait! Andrea said ‘your villa’, does that mean you’re rich?”

His laugh was warm as he replied, “I think you meant to say we…”

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment at my inadvertent slip of words, revealing a vulnerability that I had not anticipated. I had never dared to assume that Alessio would share his wealth with me so openly.

As his laughter subsided, a tender smile played at the corners of his lips as he said, “Serena, my love, there is nothing in this world that I wouldn’t share with you. So, yes, if everything went as planned then we should be more than comfortable. We’ll have the means to build a future together, one where we can live without fear and uncertainty.”

“I’m just glad we’re together,” I smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude for the man standing before me, his unwavering support a constant source of strength. “No matter what comes our way, as long as we have each other, we’ll be alright.”

“Always,” he said, his words a vow that echoed the depths of his love.

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Epilogue

3 Years Later

It had taken some time for Alessio to get used to the future, the complexities and conveniences of modern life initially overwhelming him.

As soon as they had everything in order, Alessio and Serena had decided to get married. It was a small, intimate ceremony held in Venice, just the two of them standing together on a quiet gondola drifting along the serene canals. The gentle lapping of the water and the soft sounds of a distant violin created a magical atmosphere. They exchanged vows under the glow of lanterns reflecting off the water, promising to love and support each other for the rest of their lives.

The first few months were a blur of learning and adaptation, as he marvelled at the technological wonders that Serena took for granted. But despite the challenges, his curious nature had allowed him to adjust faster than Serena had anticipated. The quiet life they had chosen, away from the frenetic pace of the cities, provided the perfect environment for Alessio to acclimatise. Here, surrounded by the timeless beauty of the coast and the gentle rhythm of small-town life, he found a sense of peace and belonging.

Deciding to remain in Italy, they had settled in the picturesque coastal town of Tropea, where the azure waters of the Tyrrhenian Sea met the rugged cliffs, creating a serene and enchanting landscape.

Serena had continued with her passion for painting, capturing the vibrant beauty of their surroundings on canvas. Her art had gained a small but devoted following, and she found joy in selling her paintings at the local market and through a quaint gallery in town. Her works, rich with emotion and history, spoke to the souls of those who beheld them, each piece a testimony to her journey and the love that had carried her through.

Alessio, on the other hand, had found a sense of purpose in running a charming souvenir store nestled in one of Tropea’s cobblestone streets. His shop, filled with carefully curated items that celebrated the region’s heritage, had become a favourite among tourists and locals alike. He revelled in sharing stories of the past, his eyes twinkling with a blend of nostalgia and pride as he recounted the history of the artefacts he sold.

Of course, many were curious as to how such a young man seemed so knowledgeable, but he always passed it off as him being an avid history buff.

Serena and Alessio had created a home filled with love and laughter, where the past and present coexisted in harmonious balance. On weekends, they would stroll about the town, hand in hand, always discovering new delights and deepening their bond.

One sunny afternoon, Serena stood by the open window of their modest but cosy home, the scent of salt air mingling with the fragrance of blooming flowers from their garden. The soft, salty breeze fluttered through the curtains, carrying with it the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. She glanced over at Alessio, who was busy arranging new stock for the souvenir shop. His movements were precise and purposeful, a testament to how far he had come in adapting to this new life. A smile tugged at her lips as she watched him, a surge of love and gratitude filling her heart.

After finishing, Alessio looked up and caught Serena’s gaze. He returned her smile, setting aside the last of the items before walking over to her and asked, “How about a walk along the beach?”

“That sounds perfect,” Serena replied, taking his hand as they stepped out into the sun-drenched afternoon.

They walked hand in hand along the shoreline, the cool water lapping at their feet. The beach was relatively empty, giving them a sense of solitude amidst the natural beauty. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the waves.

The beach stretched out before them, a picturesque landscape of soft, golden sand meeting the crystal-clear waters. Rugged cliffs rose majestically in the distance, their limestone faces dotted with vibrant greenery and colourful wildflowers. The gentle slope of the beach was lined with quaint fishing boats, their hulls weathered by the salty air and time.

In the distance, the historic Santa Maria dell’Isola monastery perched on a rocky outcrop, adding a touch of ancient charm to the serene seascape. The rhythmic sound of the waves, combined with the distant cry of seagulls, created a symphony of tranquillity that enveloped them as they walked, the world around them a perfect blend of past and present.

“It’s incredible how much has changed in these three years,” Alessio mused, his voice filled with wonder. “I never imagined I could feel so at home in a time that once felt so alien to me.”

Serena squeezed his hand, her heart swelling with pride and affection as she responded, “You’ve adapted so well. Sometimes I think you’ve embraced this life even better than I have.”

He chuckled softly and said, “I had a good teacher.” He paused, looking out at the horizon. “But there’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.”

“Oh? What’s that?” she asked, turning to look at him.

“Starting a family,” Alessio said, his voice gentle but earnest. “I know that we’ve talked about it before and now that we’ve built a good life here, I think it’s time we take the next step. What do you think?”

Serena felt her breath catch in her throat, the idea filling her with a mix of excitement and anticipation. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. I can’t imagine anything more perfect than raising a family with you here, in this beautiful place.”

With a big smile, he pulled her into a tight hug, his arms encircling her protectively. “I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us,” he whispered into her hair, his voice filled with emotion.

“Speaking of the future,” she leaned back slightly, “we may have already started one.”

Alessio’s eyes widened with surprise and joy. “Wait, what? Are you pregnant?”

She smiled, her hand resting on her belly, “I don’t know for sure yet, but my period is late.”

“Serena, that’s incredible!” He kissed her forehead tenderly. “No matter what, we’ll face everything together. I’ll always be here for you.”

Serena rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the tranquil beach, as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, ready to welcome whatever the future held for them.