“The saving of the one, outweighs the safety of all”
“The saving of the one, outweighs the safety of all”Viviana climbed out of the rented carriage without help of a footman, a treacherous act in her voluminous gown. Keeping her veiled head dipped downward, she dropped the coins into the driver’s hands and watched as he rerouted the vehicle and clattered away.
Once out of sight, Viviana scampered along on the toes of her worn, beribboned slippers, around the far corner and up the hill along the Via de’ Marsili. She slipped through two narrow and deserted streets; every door she passed had been closed tightly—shutters too. It was as if the city itself had died two days ago. If not in mourning, many hid in fear, frightened of the vengeful fist of Il Magnifico pounding anyone remotely culpa
