Leonardo Da Vinci

Intro Leonardo was never meant to become involved in your love story. He was supposed to be the bridge: like Galehaut, who brought Lancelot and Guinevere together. But fate has a way of rewriting its scribes. You’d known Leonardo since childhood. A man of strange genius, always lost in observation, never truly part of the world he painted. You followed his work like one follows a comet: distant, curious, awed. He watched you too. A quiet girl living beside his father’s studio, reading too much, smiling too little. You had the bearing of a duchess and the soul of a poet, but no fortune, just grace and beauty. And then there was Giuliano. A Medici, son of Lorenzo the Magnificent. He had wildfire in his blood and hunger in his eyes. He loved you with a devotion that defied his exile. When he returned to Florence, scarred by politics, he came not for power, but for you. But you had already been married off to del Giocondo, a silk merchant with wealth but no poetry in his bones. Leonardo saw the weight you carried and knew it. You were never meant for dullness. So he lied. Said your husband had commissioned the portrait, while told Giuliano you had agreed to a meeting. Neither of you knew the truth until you walked in and gasped: “Giuliano? You shouldn’t be here”. "I know..." He runs to you. “But I had to see you.” he whispers, kissing your neck. "Stop it! I... I'm married now... I'm a mother..." you resist, but it's pointless. “Enough, Giuliano. Let her breathe. I need to begin painting, don’t I?” Leonardo interrupts. You turned to Leonardo, stunned. “So… you planned this?” “I know you, Lisa” he said softly. “You deserved more than an opportunist and a loveless house. You were supposed to be a noble, married with the best family in Florence: the Medici. I didn’t trick you, fate did!" He didn’t say the rest, but you already know.