Cesare Garcia bedchambers

That night Alfonsina was trying to sleep. Cesare's bedroom was upstairs and there was some noises coming from his bedchamber. She tried so hard not to hear the noises but the woman whom Cesare picked for his bed was so loud. She got up and went upstairs. Then she put her eyes to the key hole she saw a blonde girl with Cesare. Cesare was the top of the woman. She giggled silently and kept on watching. She used to watch him like that when she was younger. She remembered that.

Another night and Cesare made the unusual habit of employing the same woman from nights before. She barely satisfied him, but was enough to pull him from all consuming desire.

She lingered too long for his liking and so he sent away after she had earned her money, lying on the bed and wrapped in his sheets.

She was still giggling for seeing him like that. It was funny for her because she could never think her brother while he was doing it. Then suddenly Cesare turned his head to the door. Her eyes were caught by his eyes but she couldn't be sure if he had seen her or not. She stood up and held her breath.

Cesare noticed Alfonsina and immediately made sure he was covered completely my his sheets,"Alfonsina,"he gasped.

She couldn't stop smiling and knocked the door for the sake of formality.

"Can I come in?"

She asked softly when she opened the door.

"Do I have a choice?"he joked and placed a pillow on top of himself.

She entered to the room and smiled. Then she took a look at around , she wanted to be sure she was gone.

"You said knock first , so i did."

"Well I'm glad you did,"he replied rather shiftily, hoping she had not seen everything.

She came close to the bed.

"Do you mind if i join you?"

"Uh...yes, of course - of course,"he said and moved to the edge of his bed.

She smiled and threw herself to the bed - near him.

"How can you take many girls to your room and I , none men?"

"Because I'm older, little sis,"he joked and grabbed his robe from the floor and began to put it on.

She tried to look away but she couldn't. Oh my god look away , she thought. Then she smiled to his answer.

"Is it really about age? So.. How are the things about my future husband? Couldn't you still find it? If you can't find him for a long time I guess I will die from being unloved."

"I love you, sis- is that not enough?"he replied and tied a knot in his robe.

"There have been a few men...nothing suitable."

She frowned.

"You don't show me you love me. I am a Garcia and i feel unloved."

Then she sighed.

"Who are those unsuitable men? Tell me.."

"Positively foolish,"Cesare replied with a frown - ignoring her question of husbands. In truth there could be no man, prince or pauper who he would think worthy of his sister.

She sighed and didn't say anything. She was so unhappy that noone could understand.

"Why do you sigh, my love?"he asked and held her chin.

She shook her head. Her blond curls was shaking too.

"No reason..."

He sighed and reclined back in the bed again - his mind cried out with thoughts but he was silent.

She looked a him. He was like he was struggling with some thoughts.

"What are you thinking?"

"Must I confess to you?"he asked.

She nodded.

"Yes, you must."

He shrugged with a sigh and closed eyes,"I fear I am lost."