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And Marco had just become bold enough to keep her.

Marco stood on the balustrade of the highest tower in Urbissi, watching the fires still flickering in the valley below. Two days ago, he had been a condottiero—a hired sword. Tonight, he was prince. el principe capitulo 1

But as Marco walked through the empty halls, he felt no triumph—only a gnawing unease. And Marco had just become bold enough to keep her

His uncle, the old Duke Alfonso, had died without an heir. The council, fearing invasion from the neighboring republic of Valdara, had turned to Marco: a bastard nephew, but a proven general. They handed him the keys to the city, the treasury, and the palace. Tonight, he was prince

“Tell me,” Marco said, pouring two cups of dark wine. “Is this a hereditary principality or a new one? My uncle ruled forty years, but I am not his son.”