Disclamer : The Borgias belongs to its rightful creators and owners.

Summary : Cesare's arms made her forget about Sforza and the french armies' importance, walking down on Rome.

Author's note : English isn't my first language, it's French. If you spot any mistakes or weirdness, please feel free to notify me ! This is also a translation of a drabble I wrote in january.

This story is part of the writing month challenge from TheWritter1996: Write a one-shot per day and share it for an entire month. For more challenge, I decided to go one different fandom per day.

In his arms

" The Lord is good. Because this chils isn't my husband's."

The lack of reproaches or scoldings from Cesare eased Lucrezia from a huge burden. For a moment, she blamed herself for having doubted him. Her brother always understood her, he was certainly the only one understanding her so perfectly when she thought of it. Her body nestled against his, feeling his warmth, while war was knocking on Rome's door, while her humiliated husband was coming down for her ( she had no doubt about it ), she felt safer than in any fortress.

Cesare would protect her.

Cesare would be there for her, for her baby.

Cesare loved her and had promised him that should anyone proved himself to be ungallant to her, he'd cut of his heart to offer it to her.

They could all come, Sforza, the french army, the noble families. Between winning or dying, victory would cornw the Borgias' future. Their foes just had to wait. Cesare was there and he'd save them all. And all of these thoughts sounded so trivial while being in this tender, invigorating, protective and loving embrace.

She was in Rome.

She was home.

Cesare was here.

After all this time, they were finally together again.

The End