Cesare trains a private army in case Louis doesn't send his promised troops; Lucrezia listens as her mother recites the rosary at Juan's tomb.
Did You Know?
You have proven yourself worthy of my trust. And worthy of my love.
[bestows a royal kiss
You are sad.
Triumph doesn't taste the way I thought, Louis. It does not fill the stomach.
Well, what does?
Therein lies my sadness.